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Twelfth Sunday
River low, wind still.
Water's surface would be glass
But: pinpricks of rain.
Without tide to fight,
Or breeze, one small ferry's wake
Makes huge, rolling swells.
Mallards everywhere!
Ten, I think. Though what's the point
Of numbering ducks?
Water's surface would be glass
But: pinpricks of rain.
Without tide to fight,
Or breeze, one small ferry's wake
Makes huge, rolling swells.
Mallards everywhere!
Ten, I think. Though what's the point
Of numbering ducks?
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