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Literature Text
The orange bloom of
The evening sun spreads
Its soft pollen over
Tipped roofs
Two lone crows on a
Picket fence make me
Chuckle until I
Realize
The latter casts
The shadow of a
Blackbird
The evening sun spreads
Its soft pollen over
Tipped roofs
Two lone crows on a
Picket fence make me
Chuckle until I
Realize
The latter casts
The shadow of a
Blackbird
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A tip of a hat to William Carlos Williams, one of the greatest free verse writers who actually managed to have a beautiful rhythm in his poems without a meter. Also includes a clumsy joke as a title and an obscure reference to Wallace Stevens, I'll toast you with a virtual glass of wine if you can figure them out...