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The Colour Stays Here-
In vision
Across the form of Earth
For sizes of Apple
And a British hewing
Maximum heart
And Nathan breathing
Bits of clover and woodrose
In patches of wool
And then there was Santa
Winning caution to the aware
Five times the Uncle
As a patient young man
Summer days-
To be sure-
An impression of wisdom
Spokes of all men
Flying wind to the fights
To stay forever good
In this Honda creation
What policy but of brothers
Waking early for chance
And in the affair of theirs,
Septuagenic writing
For this field of roses,
And what is his,
And what is wonder