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fall poem

to some the fat gods
see i give myself to you
my mother taught me that every night
have you heard
daughters of time
i cannot always feel his greatness
my soul is a dark ploughed field
from song and dream for ever gone
to be able to see every side of every question
i saw with open eyes
night was black and drear

 



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