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GRIEF IS NOT FOR THE GAME OF WITS by DAVID RAY

First Line: FINDING A SPRAY OF BABY'S BREATH
Last Line: OUR APPLES DERIVE FROM THE SMALL BITTER CRAB
Subject(s): NEW ZEALAND;

Poem Sources:

WOOL HIGHWAYS & OTHER POEMS.
  RAY, DAVID
  (1993)
 



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