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grandmother poem

all my love for my sweet
if i should die, think only this of me
she must go back, she said
my soul is a dark ploughed field
from our hidden places
a gleam of gold in gloom and gray
i saw with open eyes
i sometimes wonder if it's really true
the old west, the old time
could we but know

 



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