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Show Which Is Raising Its Little Hand the meadow faints and empire is no more-now it's tomorrow as usual-the radio purls over pages of last words-images of hearts blotter blotter blot-enough!- shine some limelight this way!-news of rosemary lamb comes on a warm wind-honeybee, take me to your doubloon glinting onward- little city twinkle-pulsing, signposts pockmarked from buckshot green on green on green on green- before the feather fell on the lawn it was set against cirrus wisps- thistledown, thistledown- |