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    Our lives are so brief, she says,

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    I was four or five, bored by the dull terrain

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    I’ve seen demons, each one tossed

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    I dropped a sprig of laurel into your grave

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    Heat, filthy, gut-sick heat in my city’s cobblestone streets.

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    I gave my mother

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    I sat in the late day sun

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    They watch her watching them, the spirits.

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    His Majesty’s flock of Spanish sheep at Kew is most grievously afflicted...

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    After we moved to Tiny Town, Mom started selling huge Egyptian harps that were larger than the tiny houses.

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    “Today we shall begin discussing Longinus’ treatise On the Sublime.”

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    Lavishly robed and turbaned, the palmist