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AFTERNOON
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JUST since the night, the wind has won
The last pink bud to open bloom.
The long path whitens in the sun;
All grown folks hunt a darkened room.
Cool sweet of morning time is gone
From all the leaves and grass.
Here in this place the shade falls on,
I wait for butterflies to pass.
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