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from SONS

 

 

Soon we go

Home

Home

Wherever we are

To play in the swaying

Shadows of late day

When I come home

Bare feet

On pink gravel

Wagon and tricycle

My stupid mind

Arranged

In the play

Of my boys

These children and

Going west

The sun

 

 

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