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O my little pumpkin-head,
How you thrilled me when you said,
 
“Bring me milk and bring me dirt—
I will teach you how to flirt.
 
All night long we’ll play at love,
While the wheeling stars above
 
Shape and shape anew our dream:
To have love our only theme.
 
Neither brick nor bird nor car
Will outshine that dazzling star,
 
Star that guides our hands and feet
In the ways that lovers meet.”
 
O my little pumpkin-head,
I’m still thrilled, though you are dead.

 

Poem © 2016 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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