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sorry poem

now that i have cooled to you
once this soft turf
skies they were ashen and sober
the old west, the old time
blossoms of babies
the meadow was creeping
beautiful, tragical faces
i have heard them in the night
i saw you hunched and shivering on the stones
some one complained to the master
i saw the first pear

 



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