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Come down off your poem
long days have all gone
Somebody you can hear is calling
Running deep the river bends
moving on with amens
Some things just keep on gnawing
The winter will be ice
I'll get relief at last
When I lay under blankets of snow
All those days once before
Memories rich and poor
There just to let you know
I can see the greens of spring
Summer's blissfull loving thing
Still I hear the mournful call of winter
Come down off your poem
Leave your words as you were born
The river has frozen over