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among the smoke and fog of a december afternoon
two rows of cabbages
afraid no more, i say
the single clenched fist lifted and ready
one with you
i have come into the desert because my soul is athirst
high-born race
to clothe the fiery thought
which keeps
the little pitiful, worn, laughing faces
though i am little as all little things

 



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