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on picnic morning
so far in sleep
so fast away
and all to do
ways telling
scratch in my head
to canvas
as first birds
catch light
and it pursues them too
some little trill here now
as I into the picture frame
some sun and some sky darkening
so later day deep too
where if you look
then you will see
just such words as find me
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