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Found Poetry 17

2/4/19

dying is blinding
the light against the blaze
they sang so gay
father danced near my grave
good
I have learned
I know it's not too late
my deeds: gentle
words like lightning that night

This poem was created from Dylan Thomas' "Do not go gentle into that good night". Click here to see a book by Thomas.

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