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Hair falls
harp notes

above a
slow drain

Does not

Down and down a
downy, O, sigh for
a shroud

I can make
no wool

Can I have your
hairs to keep

Can I hold your

Can I tell you
I’m a sheep

No then try
a fiddle

I’m quaking by
the bedrock

I’m baaing
by stacked stones

I’d gone acres, quarts
before I knew

There was no shade
in the satchel and

No shade for
The bone

Posted 03/30/10
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