The Departed Friend |
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![]() How many hours had snow blown In at the unattended window Snowing in to no more be snow, To flood the floor like thoughts none own. An echo came beyond the fall Of welcome foot or voice gone now; I followed soft to the night lawn --The street was empty, and the long hall. Next>> ![]() |
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Gregg Glory |
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