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grandma poem

my son is dead and i am going blind
all those treasures that lie
o fair and stately maid, whose eyes
from song and dream for ever gone
we who stood
the rain was over, and the brilliant air
i saw god. do you doubt it?
i go my way complacently
i see all human wits
i gazed upon the glorious sky
shadows lay along broadway

 



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