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tell me
somewhere i read a strange, old, rusty tale
i think it just splendid
along the banks
storm
i bid them all farewell
i stand in the cold gray weather
fat black bucks in a wine-barrel room
at dawn, he said
were it not for that singular smell
i can not tell you now
the little pitiful, worn, laughing faces

 



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