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faux verities
let the triangle be representative
of the pillar
and the stroke of noon
stand stock still
let the Tory offertory be commensurate
with Pilgrims yet
the fine gills of the smelt
winnow out the foam
and the flying-fish gather
to sample something of the moon
o moon that simple
of the herbalist's idea-bark
sailing away into Irish seas
at Timbuktu where the library fades
away into forgotten
charms of history
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