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grandma poem

your body's motion is like music
there were three in the meadow by the brook
no prey am i of poor thoughts
i love the old melodious lays
and as we walked the grass was faintly stirred
rising moon has hid the stars
over the river, on the hill
i walk down the garden paths
i love to steal awhile away

 



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