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thanksgiving poem

like eagles on up high
roses and gold
mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam
mysterious night
they in the darkness gather and ask
the snow whispers about me
sadly speaking
it was the autumn of the year
i saw god. do you doubt it?
night is dark, and the winter winds

 



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