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[37] Glads Years ago In the rain In San Francisco One of the most beautiful Women I had ever seen Stepped on the trolley Carrying three Gladiolas Wrapped in damp green Florist’s paper. That’s why today I bring you Two white, one pink Fat-stemmed gladiolas— Because that Black-haired woman Made a picture in my mind, Because you have lost something you loved. ...

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