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Till one spied me with a...

That time on hallencoly hill

The prancing, springing and
joyous larks,

Were bedecked in stars to the
Swallows’ moon.

Yet each had their hair shaped
into a nautical crest;

From aqua one way;
Then surf-ultra the other.

—Del Elle



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