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Closed Gentian Distances

 A nothing day full of
wild beauty and the
timer pings.
Roll up the silver off the bay take down the clouds sort the spruce and send to laundry marked, more starch.
Goodbye golden- and silver- rod, asters, bayberry crisp in elegance.
Little fish stream by, a river in water.

Poem by James Schuyler
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