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The Florist Wears Knee Breeches
We Must Endure Our Thoughts All Night, Until
A Little String Speaks for a Crowd of Voices
The Only Emperor Is the Emperor of Ice Cream
A Part of the Labor and a Part of the Pain
Of the Manner of Addressing Clouds
Who Still Feels Irrational Things Within Her
Today the Mind Is Not Part of the Weather
The Rivers of Rivers in Connecticut
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