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Light spring breeze
Hands repel Retreating Monkey
If only I could.

Swallows buzzing me
Nuns hurrying late for mass
Two oast houses

Early summer night
Soft my pillow
of willow down.

Summer idiot breeze
One gossips to the other
Two oast houses.

◄ In the Light of Love

Dead Poets: No.99 ►

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