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thanksgiving poem

i bid them all farewell
one sweetly solemn thought
melancholy days have come
no prey am i of poor thoughts
mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam
a storm is riding on the tide
above them all, looking down
as a naked man i go
i make my shroud, but no one knows
i have cast the world
listen to the sounding sea
tell me

 



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