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birthday poem

this ancient silver bowl of mine
a pen of steel
doubtless i remember still
in an old chamber softly lit
i walk down the garden paths
those black eyes i once so praised
take my bracelets
why do you always stand there shivering
city that is not a city
her face is fair and smooth and fine

 



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