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poem for pastors

hang no wreath
a mist was driving down
uplifting, as the wind blew
we lay
have you heard
birds against the april wind
in an old chamber softly lit
now while my lips are living
last night the full moon laid a cloth of white
and how could you dream of meeting
friend, whose smile has come to be
stern cold man

 



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