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#@@#%%^:¨¨ A WIRE FENCE TO SEPARATE THE TWO ROADS. ¨¨:^%%#@@#
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@#%%^:¨¨¨¨ EVEN THOUGH THERE'S A FOGGY QUALITY TO ¨¨¨¨:^%%#@
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#@@#%%^:¨¨ A YELLOW-GREEN MOSS HAS TAKEN HOLD ¨¨:^%%#@@#
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#@@#%%^:¨¨ TRACKS ONCE DISTURBED THE CLOVER FIELD. ¨¨:^%%#@@#
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@#%%^:¨¨¨¨ WE'RE OFF THE SEASON WHEN THE BIRDS ¨¨¨¨:^%%#@
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#@@#%%^:¨¨ SCREECHES, OR CALLS FOR HELP. ¨¨:^%%#@@#
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#@@#%%^:¨¨ I THINK OF THE JACKDAW I MAIMED ¨¨:^%%#@@#
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