What in peach tree overhangs
For bulk of what's heard
Of greeds, irritable.
Wasp's, ours; that wont be shook off.
Summer's excusable.
For what, if not more, weighed in
Which side's border of
Wood, none could refute;
Even the claimant's role; as
Hotly to dispute.
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