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Poem – To A Dead Poet

I knew not if to laugh or weep; They sat and talked of you– “‘Twas here he sat; ’twas this he said! ‘Twas that he used to do.  “Here is the book wherein he read, The room wherein he dwelt; … Continue reading

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