Saturday, April 3, 2010
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I fed out of my hand a flock of keys
To clapping of wings and shrill cries in flight.
Sleeves up, arms out, on tiptoe I rose;
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7/20/2025 6:43:19 PM # 1.0.0
Over the water the night was broad. The pond. Oil tar of midnight glowed. Was gnawed by waves the keal of boat. And near my elbow the birds brawled. Night gargled the larynges of river dykes. Bent throats ejected the cries so evil As careing about the hangry youngs Savage persistent screaming seagull.