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I know you aren’t happy to see me

and I haven’t been

jumping around with feathers,

than what does it mean that I

can remember

fifty days last janurary, when

I was jumping and running,

playing games with lepers, wishing them

well.  You might ask me in,

care to give me something

more than tea, drink to

quell the seas, love to reign

in walking trees.

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