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| Of names and number there are few of worth or merit that accrue; Learn to gauge and gouge their order turn them over, flex a corner For what flexes has a basis without flexing, bitter stasis Rigor routs the flooded river; stave it off and save a sliver Mind and matter live together each is pleasant when its ever built of some innate endeavor. Each in seedling needs some water Sun and rain and other weather; but the roots of mind are firmer than our knowledge of its utter distance from the slipping winter echoes by a brimming water words withheld to silent number. poetry ii. main |
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