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XVI. The Clouds Their Backs Together Laid
Horrible Death

XVI. The Clouds Their Backs Together Laid

May 30, 2017May 29, 2017 benwdaltonAsideLeave a comment

XVI.

The clouds their backs together laid,
The north begun to push,
The forests galloped till they fell,
The lightning skipped like mice;
The thunder crumbled like a stuff—
How nice I have a gnome cave,
Where nature’s temper cannot reach,
Nor bigger people ever come!

 

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The graver original.

X. “Whose Are The Little Beds,” I Asked
Nature

X. “Whose Are The Little Beds,” I Asked

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