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Elegy by a poet
Cold, close-fisted
Gluttonous grave
Please release
My age-old friend
From gambolling fields
Schools,college
Working place
To blessed bed!
Cold, close-fisted
Gluttonous grave
Please release
My wife and my life
My life and my wife
My love and my dove
My dove and love,
For my heart is her tomb
She leased with love
From her mother's womb!//
A n old poet friend of mine once told m...
Wednesday 4th January 2017 1:56 pm
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