This morning I stumbled over poetry Lying on the floor Just outside The kitchen door It tripped me While ten solemn grosbeaks Took turns bathing Black feathers shining With melted frost
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This morning I stumbled over poetry Lying on the floor Just outside The kitchen door It tripped me While ten solemn grosbeaks Took turns bathing Black feathers shining With melted frost
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I see it all. Lovely.