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My Smiling Wreath
Arm tight around my calf Curls turned up to the sky In the garden on the Nile you were my smiling wreath.
In later years In Plato’s land came the tears: Pages, countless reams drenched in drudgery; Tears, dredged our lives And opened our eyes
To see you going away To some other place; For the first time Leaving our space where we remain watching over you.
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