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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
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WALK THROUGH THE GRIEF, by MYRTLE MARIE MARMADUKE
First Line: Black, black and dead this forest
Last Line: To clasp in my arms, at last, taht wet and blowing %bough?
First Line: Black, black and dead this forest
Last Line: To clasp in my arms, at last, taht wet and blowing %bough?
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