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retirement poem

high walls and huge
brief on a flying night
let me move slowly through the street
a mist was driving down
i love my hour of wind and light
short and sweet, and we've come to the end of it
sweet with fern and rose
hang no wreath
when the hours of day are numbered
green afternoon serene and bright

 



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