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THE DINNER OF TWENTY

the brightness looked like an elongated easy-chair
and yet their own mind is not divine

to sink is to be the night
to speak is to take care

will they trim figure?
they will sew strings--

words and papers look to the moment
eyes pay to the row
but streets come to the sort of way
yet things come to the cup of tea

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