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Scarce cloud on the upsky, Scarce mind in the uphouse No rain for the toad at chair, More pain for the pauper’s child – It’s winter.
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Aug 28, 2020
Aug 28, 2020 at 10:54 AM UTC
POETS DON’T POLITIK, MAYBE I’M SICK - PROPHETS DON’T PROFITEER, BUT I’M PAST THAT PEACE