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Ablood
Once upon a t
There was a p
And more and more did she
Paint stale lives.
Later there was a violent spring,
Tender, however, if anything
With birds programmed to sing
And a hopeful of new grass
(none of these, nevertheless, played
Any important role in the story)
(Unlike)
Certain substances ablood
Certain substances ablood:
So we had the natural thing
Between five and seven in the woods
There was so much moaning in the woods.
And moaned and moaned and moaned
March to April, May be June
Moaned off the silly easel,
Let it stand.
Remorseless
And the spring necessarily gone.
Once upon a high t
Remorseful,
Withering moaned its gloomy song
Two lives
(did not, in fact, play any
Important role in the story)
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