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10 things seen out of a window
The Wile
The Bird
The Herd
The Sound
The plaque
The freize that won’t come back
The cup of tree
There and back
The minstrel delivering the bond
The track
Lift the window; sounds of the intermission. Louder which came quietly; a call of the wild. Verdant lushings of green geraniusm. They’re on the ledge, which aren’t as hot. Its the past.
Bird was the wire; Buzby chord
A herd, tho’ more domestically chored
Crickets; far more of them
The plaque was a black tooth; less bronzes then
The work of art; wit fixed for smart
Adorn the drape to a Roman
Tea, without milk but lemon
There and back the mud the clod
Minstrel of the chirpy man
Delivering is a watering can
Bond at reach; the traveler
A track that didn’t rut.
Back to present people
One does a crossword
One does Moscow mules
one does carriages at eleven
one does boundaries
one does conjecture, unspoken
one does them
one does Lemmington spa; enjoy a minimal cast
only yes of 20 men and of thorough types
one does everything; a lesson of every consequence
and then,and then a solace and a crowd
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