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As though shadow had every though shadow It had every right-it did-to darken every right -and it did-- The common noon, there was lowered mundane grays (Lilacs, mauves, moss greens like trees!) of cotton unrolling To quilts unrolling, unrolling to quilts of shade. Choking Back one last spoke of one Last spoke of ashen (pale as silence) sun, Such an albatross of clouds troubled a sky that bore the burden Of an albatross of clouds (those greens!)