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suicide poem

when i was a boy at college
a storm is riding on the tide
which keeps
truely
do not turn your head
in an old chamber softly lit
had he and i but met
see, from this counterfeit of him
a blue-black nubian plucking oranges
these be
eighty years have passed, and more
within my hand i hold

 



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