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About This Poem
Fox In The Window
For those who wonder
How I grew into the season
I turned a fragrant key
More summers for me then
No more waning of anything
Just the sound of glory
Timbering through the landscape
A host of new demons
To be rearranged and then knocked down
Beauty’s burden
So yes to answer your question
I do enjoy the fox in the window
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