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pumpkin poem

so lost
glass-blower of time
my son is dead and i am going blind
who is the runner in the skies
darkest, strangest mystery
there is no flock, however watched and tended
on and on
i have had one fear in my life
she must go back, she said
i expect you
what spiteful chance steals unawares
daughters of time

 



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