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grandmother poem

a little peach in the orchard grew
i am weary of being bitter and weary of being wise
passing through huddled and ugly walls
blossoms of babies
there is no escape by the river
stern cold man
just now
he came and took me by the hand
these be
into the silent land
she said

 



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