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    <title>GreacenStanford002</title>
    <Collections>Letters to Stanford</Collections>
    <Contributor>Greacen Estate</Contributor>
    <Coverage>1970 Oct 30th</Coverage>
    <Creator>LHL</Creator>
    <Date>Wednesday, March 16, 2016</Date>
    <Format>TIFF</Format>
    <Identifier>GreacenStanford2</Identifier>
    <ItemDescription>Letter</ItemDescription>
    <Keywords>Roy McFadden</Keywords>
    <Language>English</Language>
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    <Publisher>LHL</Publisher>
    <Relation>LHL</Relation>
    <Rights>Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike CC BY-NC-SA</Rights>
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    <Source>LHL Archive</Source>
    <Transcript>﻿COPY

BIRTHDAY POEM
For Robert Greacen

At fifty,I suppose,you&#039;ll count the change,
Number your debtors and your creditors,
Adjust accounts,write off lost loves,and put
The reckoning in your diary. But,or yet,

You&#039;ll also scatter starling glances over
A set shrugged shoulder soldiering through time
Back to a tenser time when,unbereft,
Life was right and politics were left.

Roy McFadden
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