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Rooks

We lived on a hill next to a brook.

A flock of Rooks camped on a

Branch reaching over the stream.

Rooks scream, it seems, twenty-four

Seven. My brother, brighter than me,

Climbed the tree and cut their branch!

It stanched the sound around noon

but soon resumed higher in the tree.





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