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Words for the Chisel (collection)/Imminent Doom

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4363095Words for the Chisel — Imminent DoomGenevieve Taggard
Imminent Doom
This frail and fragrant morning
Is streaming on toward noon;
Listen to my warning!
There will be buzzing soon.
Soon we shall be shaken
Like flowers and gold grass
And all our pollen taken
By a bee with bowels of brass.