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One day beside some flowers near his nose
He will be thinking, When will I look at it?
And pain, still in the middle distance, will reply
At what? and he will know it’s gone,
O where! and begin to tremble and cry.
He will begin to cry as a child cries
Whose puppy is mangled under a screaming wheel.

Karl Shapiro

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