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They say that you are the lung of the world An umbrella for the street light. I know you can, and this I trust Turn my bad habit into something of use Unlike dear reflection, contemplation under The stars. At the concourse of many lives, How much spite you must have caught, I ‘hale a generation’s lot Could I ask cleanliness that follows me Into silence? Surely in the summer of its Passionate body— Surer towards its autumn.
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Sep 30, 2014
Sep 30, 2014 at 11:49 PM UTC
Smoking Tree
They say that you are the lung of the world An umbrella for the street light. I know you can, and this I trust Turn my bad habit into something of use Unlike dear reflection, contemplation under The stars. At the concourse of many lives, How much spite you must have caught, I ‘hale a generation’s lot Could I ask cleanliness that follows me Into silence? Surely in the summer of its Passionate body— Surer towards its autumn.
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Sep 30, 2014
Sep 30, 2014 at 11:49 PM UTC
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