Tag: weddings
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Spring 1942
And lo and behold Spring has indeed arrived – / Hey, sky – be joyful. Be joyful – / you’re fresh, newborn, and lie in a blue golden cradle / rocked by the gentle wind.
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The Encounter
Cocky on your walk in town, hail / to me on your way. / You stop, and startled, you exclaim: / “This girl’s hair turned gray!”