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mother poem

they ask me where i've been
therefore i may not
burly, dozing humble-bee
birds against the april wind
they may talk of love in a cottage
these hearts were woven of human joys and cares
sad are they who know not love
there is no escape by the river
high-born race
i wonder where you live
now for a brisk and cheerful fight
passing through huddled and ugly walls

 



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