Tom Shakely
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Mary sang in this world below
The marvel of an ordinary life
‘Barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day’
‘One life, that my dear land may live’
As names of loved ones
An endless thirst for life
A thousand ages like an evening gone
‘Glimpses that would make me less forlorn’
Austere and lonely offices
Along K Street
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