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The house had gone to bring again
Out walking in the frozen swamp one gray day,
Out through the fields and the woods
I'm going out to clean the pasture spring;
Gods of Poker
Love just knocked the door.
Back out of all this now too much for us,
The land was ours before we were the land’s.
I found a dimpled spider, fat and white,
I have been one acquainted with the night.
The buzz saw snarled and rattled in the yard