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The event was directly behind Him Yet He did not guess Fitted itself to Himself like a Robe Relished His ignorance Motioned itself to drill Loaded and Levelled And let his Flesh Centuries from His soul E |
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Not to be reproduced in whole or in part without permission. Transcription and commentary copyright 1998 by Martha Nell Smith, Laura Elyn Lauth, and Lara Vetter, all rights reserved Maintained by Rebecca Mooney <rnmooney@umd.edu> Last updated on January 25, 2008 |
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