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Wail of the Arab Beggars of the Casbah [excerpt] by Ishmael Ait Djafer
The hands of the poor
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Waiting for the Barbarians by C. P. Cavafy
What are we waiting for, assembled in the forum?
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Waking in the Blue by Robert Lowell
The night attendant, a B.U. sophomore
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Waking the Morning Dreamless After Long Sleep by Jane Hirshfield
But with the sentence
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Walking Back Up Depot Street by Minnie Bruce Pratt
In Hollywood, California (she'd been told) women travel
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Wallace Stevens by Honor Moore
The great poet came to me in a dream
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Wanting to Die by Anne Sexton
Since you ask, most days I cannot remember
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War Is Kind [excerpt] by Stephen Crane
Do not weep, maiden, for war is kind.
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War Photograph by Kate Daniels
A naked child is running
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Warm Summer Sun by Mark Twain
Warm summer sun
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Washington's Monument, February, 1885 by Walt Whitman
Ah, not this marble, dead and cold
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Water Music by Robert Creeley
The words are a beautiful music.
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Water Picture by May Swenson
In the pond in the park
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Watermelons by Charles Simic
Green Buddhas
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Wave by Joanna Goodman
Tell the truth: no key appeared in your mouth,
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We Address by Norma Cole
I was born in a city between colored wrappers
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We Are Seven by William Wordsworth
--A simple child,
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We Have Been Friends Together by Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton
We have been friends together
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We live in deeds, not years; in thoughts, not breaths by Philip James Bailey
We live in deeds, not years; in thoughts, not breaths
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We never know how high we are (1176) by Emily Dickinson
We never know how high we are
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We Real Cool by Gwendolyn Brooks
We real cool. We
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We Wear the Mask by Paul Laurence Dunbar
We wear the mask that grins and lies
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We Who Are Your Closest Friends by Phillip Lopate
we who are
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Weary Rings by César Vallejo
There are desires to return, to love, to not disappear
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Weather by Eve Merriam
Dot a dot dot dot a dot dot
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Weather by Hettie Jones
My folder of poems
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Weather Eye Open by Sarah Gridley
Besides the toss and drag of shells are you shown no proof
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Weather Is Good by Anne-Marie Oomen
Season turns into a party gone wild
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Weaving by Paul Otremba
I've tried to sift a truth finer than salt
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Wedding Dress by Michael Waters
That Halloween I wore your wedding dress
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Wedding the Locksmith's Daughter by Robin Robertson
The slow-grained slide to embed the blade
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Well Water by Randall Jarrell
What a girl called "the dailiness of life"
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Whales Weep Not! by D.H. Lawrence
They say the sea is cold, but the sea contains
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What are the consequences of silence? by Bhanu Kapil Rider
Red Canna, I see you. Edge of. What I saw: a flower blossoming, in slow
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What Came to Me by Jane Kenyon
I took the last
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What Do I Care by Sara Teasdale
What do I care, in the dreams and the languor of spring
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What Does E Stand For? by E. Ethelbert Miller
Everything
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What God Knew by Marianne Boruch
when he knew nothing
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What He Thought by Heather McHugh
We were supposed to do a job in Italy
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What I Am by Terrance Hayes
Fred Sanford's on at 12
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What I Disliked about the Pleistocene Era by Patty Seyburn
The pastries were awfully dry
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What I'm telling you [excerpt] by Shara McCallum
Reincarnation, life everlasting--
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What Is a Soprano by G. C. Waldrep
I call to you as a prism to its oracle
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What is Broken is What God Blesses by Jimmy Santiago Baca
The lover's footprint in the sand
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What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why (Sonnet XLIII) by Edna St. Vincent Millay
What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why,
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What My Friend Says When She Gives Me a Persimmon by Melody Lacina
It tastes like your first kiss,
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What the Angels Left by Marie Howe
At first, the scissors seemed perfectly harmless
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What the Chairman Told Tom by Basil Bunting
Poetry? It's a hobby.
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What the Seer Said by Jane Cooper
She said I would see the future
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What To Do About Sharks by Vivian Shipley
If a hammerhead or a great white makes
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What Was Given by Richard Foerster
What was given came without
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What was he saying and to whom by Alan Michael Parker
What was he saying and to whom
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What Was Told, That by Jalalu'l-din Rumi
What was said to the rose that made it open was said
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What Wild-Eyed Murderer by Peter Meinke
We shouldn't worship suffering
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What Will You Be? by Dennis Lee
They never stop asking me
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What’s Written on the Body by Peter Pereira
He will not light long enough
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Wheatear by Michael Longley
Brown lark beside the sun
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When a Woman Loves a Man by David Lehman
When she says margarita she means daiquiri
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When Autumn Came by Faiz Ahmed Faiz
This is the way that autumn came to the trees
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When Ecstasy is Inconvenient by Lorine Niedecker
Feign a great calm;
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When I consider every thing that grows (Sonnet 15) by William Shakespeare
When I consider every thing that grows
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When I Consider How My Light Is Spent by John Milton
When I consider how my light is spent,
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When I Have Fears that I May Cease to Be by John Keats
When I have fears that I may cease to be
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When I Heard at the Close of Day by Walt Whitman
When I heard at the close of the day how my name had been receiv'd
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When I Heard the Learned Astronomer by Walt Whitman
When I heard the learn'd astronomer,
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When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes (Sonnet 29) by William Shakespeare
When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes
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When Lilacs Last in the Door-yard Bloom'd by Walt Whitman
When lilacs last in the door-yard bloom'd
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When Malindy Sings by Paul Laurence Dunbar
G'way an' quit dat noise, Miss Lucy--
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When our two souls... (Sonnet 22) by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
When our two souls stand up erect and strong
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When that I was and a little tiny boy by William Shakespeare
When that I was and a little tiny boy
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When to the sessions of sweet silent thought (Sonnet 30) by William Shakespeare
When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
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When We Look Up by Denise Levertov
He had not looked
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When We Two Parted by George Gordon Byron
When we two parted
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When You are Old by W. B. Yeats
When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
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Where Man Is in His Whole by Hannah Zeavin
The heart on the breast of my mother
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Where the Sidewalk Ends by Shel Silverstein
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Where, Broken (the darkness by Liz Waldner
Cows on the spine of the hill like the spine of a book are some letters
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WHERE? by Kenneth Patchen
There's a place the man always say
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Wherein space is constructed that matter may reside in. . . by Michele Glazer
The weather forecast that snow would fall from the sky.
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While Writing by Noelle Kocot
Someone inside says, "Get busy."
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White by J. Michael Martinez
as the meat
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White Apples by Donald Hall
when my father had been dead a week
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White Clover by Marvin Bell
Once when the moon was out about three-quarters
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White Hart by Liz Beasley
The dogs coming after are many
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White Sales by Allen Grossman
The Bus stops uptown
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White Shells by Kathleen Peirce
Then there was beauty in what clung,
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White Water by John Montague
The light, tarred skin
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Who Has Seen the Wind? by Christina Rossetti
Who has seen the wind?
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Who Is to Say by Michael Palmer
Who is to say
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Who Shall Doubt by George Oppen
consciousness / in itself
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Who Will Know Us? by Gary Soto
It is cold, bitter as a penny.
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Whoever You Are Holding Me Now in Hand by Walt Whitman
Whoever you are, holding me now in hand
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Whose Mouth Do I Speak With by Suzanne Rancourt
I can remember my father
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Why I Am Not a Painter by Frank O'Hara
I am not a painter, I am a poet
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Why is the Color of Snow? by Brenda Shaughnessy
Let's ask a poet with no way of knowing
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Why It Often Rains in the Movies by Lawrence Raab
Because so much consequential thinking
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Why knowing is (& Matisse's Woman with a Hat) by Martha Ronk
Why knowing is a quality out of fashion and no one can decide to
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Why Latin Should Still Be Taught in High School by Christopher Bursk
Because one day I grew so bored
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why must itself up every of a park by E. E. Cummings
why must itself up every of a park
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Why Regret? by Galway Kinnell
Didn't you like the way the ants help
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Why should a foolish marriage vow by John Dryden
Why should a foolish marriage vow
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Widow by Vénus Khoury-Ghata
The first day after his death
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Wild Gratitude by Edward Hirsch
Tonight when I knelt down next to our cat, Zooey
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Wild Is The Wind by Travis Nichols
There is a movie called "She's Gotta Have It"
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Wild Nights – Wild Nights! (249) by Emily Dickinson
Wild Nights! - Wild Nights!
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Wild Yeasts by Annie Finch
Rumbling a way up my dough's heavy throat to its head,
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Wilderness by Carl Sandburg
There is a wolf in me
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Wildflower by Stanley Plumly
Some--the ones with fish names--grow so north
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Wildwood Flower by Kathryn Stripling Byer
I hoe thawed ground
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Will V-Day Be Me-Day Too? by Langston Hughes
Over There, / World War II. / Dear Fellow Americans,
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Windows by Linda Bierds
When the cow died by the green sapling
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Winter Letter by Huu Thinh
The letter I wrote you had smeared ink,
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Winter Sleep by Edith Matilda Thomas
I know it must be winter (though I sleep)
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Winter Twilight by Anne Porter
On a clear winter's evening
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Winter-Time by Robert Louis Stevenson
Late lies the wintry sun a-bed
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wishes for sons by Lucille Clifton
i wish them cramps.
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Witch-Wife by Edna St. Vincent Millay
She is neither pink nor pale,
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With All Due Respect [excerpt] by Vincent Aleixandre
Trees, women and children
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With My Back to City Hall, On Yom Kippur by Jordan Davis
The gnats love the highway dividers
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With Tenure by David Lehman
If Ezra Pound were alive today
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Without a Philosophy by Elizabeth Morgan
Toward the end of this summer
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Witness by Liz Waldner
I saw that a star had broken its rope
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Woman at the Window by Theodore Deppe
Like a woman in Vermeer, she ironed
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Woman Martyr by Agi Mishol
You are only twenty
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Woman on Twenty-Second Eating Berries by Stanley Plumly
She's not angry exactly but all business,
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Womanhood by Catherine Anderson
She slides over
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Wood's Edge by Brenda Hillman
Infinity lifted
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Woodchucks by Maxine Kumin
Gassing the woodchucks didn't turn out right.
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Woods in Winter by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
When winter winds are piercing chill
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Wooing Song by Giles Fletcher
Love is the blossom where there blows
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Words by Dana Gioia
The world does not need words. It articulates itself
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Words and the Diminution of All Things by Charles Wright
The brief secrets are still here,
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Words from the Front by Ron Padgett
We don't look as young
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Work by Saskia Hamilton
You were hired by the tools in the box and set to work.
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Working Late by Louis Simpson
A light is on in my father's study.
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Workshop by Billy Collins
I might as well begin by saying how much I like the title
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World Below the Brine by Walt Whitman
The world below the brine
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World's Bliss by Alice Notley
The men & women sang & played
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Worms by Sandra Alcosser
Some days he'd rub two pegs together
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Wound by Inge Pederson
Cold comes from every corner
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Wrap by Aimee Nezhukumatathil
I don't mean when a movie ends,
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Write About a Radish. . . by Karla Kuskin
Write about a radish
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Wynken, Blynken, and Nod by Eugene Field
Wynken, Blynken, and Nod one night
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