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autumn poem

out of the deep and the dark
i shake my hair in the wind of morning
the shadows of the ships
the little pitiful, worn, laughing faces
and so it goes
were it not for that singular smell
i cannot always feel his greatness
thoughts through my head
i have heard them in the night

 



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