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Something there is that doesn't love a wall.
That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it,
And spills the upper
boulders in the sun; ............
...............I could say 'Elves' to her,
But it's not elves exactly, and I'd rather
She said it for herself. I see her there........
(And I cannot go on)
Oh Ann. How cruel! And my heart. My Heart!
It belongs to YOU!
It is I.
I!
What Golden Idol would I have to be?
Besides, it ain't really Summer until the 4th of July weekend kicks it off. So that is Logic enough.
And I ain't officially sober yet.
Will be soon. But not yet.
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