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LET me be monosyllabic to-day, O Lord.
Yesterday I loosed a snarl of words on a fool,
        on a child.
To-day, let me be monosyllabic ... a crony of old men
        who wash sunlight in their fingers and
        enjoy slow-pacing clocks.
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     Shiv Pratap Pal, Isaiah Carpenter and Steele
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