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¨¨:«^=$@## a wire fence to separate the two roads. ##@$=^«:¨¨
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¨¨:«^=$@## a yellow-green moss has taken hold ##@$=^«:¨¨
¨¨¨:«^=$@# where the machines who made these #@$=^«:¨¨¨
¨¨:«^=$@## tracks once disturbed the clover field. ##@$=^«:¨¨
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¨¨:«^=$@## we're off the season when the birds ##@$=^«:¨¨
¨¨¨:«^=$@# sing beautifully. these days it's just #@$=^«:¨¨¨
¨¨:«^=$@## screeches, or calls for help. ##@$=^«:¨¨
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¨¨:«^=$@## i think of the jackdaw i maimed ##@$=^«:¨¨
¨¨¨:«^=$@# yesterday. i fear the dreaming gate. #@$=^«:¨¨¨
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