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Tuesday, 15 December 2009

Evening greeting

Gone, butterfly;
Gone grasshopper.
Come, fluttermoth;
Come, evening cricket,
Chirp in your place
To owls hooting,
Stars shooting;
Moon rise
In star skies.
Come, end-day!
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