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| - e green smacks in the eye, the dew in the greenSmacks like fresh water in a can, like the seaOn a cocoanut???how many men have copied dewFor buttons, how many women have covered themselvesWith dew, dew dresses, stones and chains of dew, headsOf the floweriest flowers dewed with the dewiest dew.One grows to hate these things except on the dump.Now, in the time of spring (azaleas, trilliums,Myrtle,
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