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Could impress upon paper all that is living

Little world among the stalks

Tall grass by the trickling stream

When darkness overspreads my eyes

Junk MTV quiz graced by fox whelps

Our train leaves at five

First of all though, I’ve got to get up

For instance, whenever I go back to the guest house

A slight itch up on his belly: pushed himself slowly

It he was overcome by a cold shudder