| TO MY GRANDFATHER |
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Louis Silver Lipinsky |
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You sat in your room |
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amidst the towers of the city |
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and read your books of Hebrew |
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absorbing the ages of wisdom |
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and mystical chants. |
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White locks covered your hair with age. |
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When you walked the streets |
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children followed you. |
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You told them fairy tales |
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and their eyes glittered |
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dreams of wonderland. |