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he speaks not well
in and of itself
i wonder where you live
she limps with halting painful pace
god
she heard the children playing in the sun
old wine to drink
this ancient silver bowl of mine
a storm is riding on the tide
to clothe the fiery thought
over the river, on the hill
fat black bucks in a wine-barrel room
desolate and lone

 



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