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pumpkin poem

the darkness steals the forms of all the queens
softly now the light of day
love me at last, or if you will not
the meadow was creeping
be not angry with me
she said
it was many and many a year ago
green afternoon serene and bright
there is a country full of wine
doubtless i remember still
we break the glass whose sacred wine
arched the flood
did you ever see an alligator

 



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