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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=365794" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Mother Of Sons</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The great themes are ended, <br>Too well and soon, <br>Not one I mended me<br>All in my afternoon.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I lay once conjured<br>In love where she lay, <br>All thoughts of causes then<br>Slipped them away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Crabgrass and thistletop<br>Is all I have left me; <br>Not so, she comes now, <br>My woman, she mends me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Faithful, she steals from<br>The web of my weavings, <br>Back-lit at dusklight<br>She picks at my leavings.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Storms at my tempests<br>And laps at my waters, <br>My mother of sons, <br>My dear lover of daughters.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Walks with me gently now<br>All in the night’s cold<br>That I may be with her still, <br>When we grow old.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">12 November 1984</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=David+Lewis+Paget">David Lewis Paget</a><div class=q>
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Too well and soon, 
Not one I mended me
All in my afternoon.

I lay once conjured
In love where she lay, 
All thoughts of causes then
Slipped them away.

Crabgrass and thistletop
Is all I have left me; 
Not so, she com..."></div>
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