heavy all the quiet laying music thickly between livingdying November
is suddenly stirred
at foot through many
running and laughing children
(wisps of growingfrailing stuff innumerably sheathed in a smalling pat of pale light)they
charge and roll up a hill by the school yard, boysandgirls together
boysandgirls together up going
a hill
(whose mothers stand at the bottom and try to catch them when they fall
Nov 24, 2012
Nov 24, 2012 at 4:13 PM UTC
heavy all the quiet laying music thickly between livingdying November
is suddenly stirred
at foot through many
running and laughing children
(wisps of growingfrailing stuff innumerably sheathed in a smalling pat of pale light)they
charge and roll up a hill by the school yard, boysandgirls together
boysandgirls together up going
a hill
(whose mothers stand at the bottom and try to catch them when they fall
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