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| It had been "damned" or dammed up: | |||
| tippling | Afloat on its platform the [multiplying] reflector gave a little cry |  | |
| As your naked justicer hovered {over} | |
| Like that marvelous thing you haven't learned yet. | |||
| All the air protrudes on your breathing theory | |||
| that | (You used to say everything breathed). | |
| The fourteen-year-old mist is plumbed | |||
| By Plato in one of his books: | | ||
| The wWoven story of his conical sandbox. | |
| It seemed a bird was perched in the tree. | | ||
| You had broken a small bone in your wrist | |||
| Extending your lives into a kind of penumbra. |
| How cold and dismal is your hospital, | |||
| How beautiful and silent the white walls of that clinic! | | ||
| gray | |
