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Sep 2013
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                    h(h
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                           W)about
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                            in
                        winter

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ly a
letter
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(with a verb i
                    you
                    the aching
                    and all the birds
                    of a forest
                    
                    leapt

                       from





                          SLUMBEr



                          and rose






                          upon







                            the crimp

                            of darling youth





                             a flower,



                                 ,


                                          .



                               ,



                   ,



                                          .
PK Wakefield
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