Where we would think a problem through,
pausing till deep furrows sprout,
our friend shuffles along,
hardly thinking but inhaling in the most
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a poet that snuffles along probing the soil with probiscus
deep furrows that sprout contrary to nature
only in a town like flint can such things happen
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a poet that snuffles along probing the soil with probiscus deep furrows that sprout contrary to nature only in a town like flint can such things happen