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The Port Of San Francisco
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The Port Of San Francisco

Poem By Richard Bunch

A windy, clear day
in the soul of the body’s wartime-
gray.

Blown clear of fog,
there spreads a mercy
so unreal
peace and parades
sweeten the hour
of each unbelieving year.

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Just another day.....in paradise! Excellent composition.


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