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Among orange-tile rooftops
 and chimney pots
the fen fog slips,
 gray as rats,

while on spotted branch
 of the sycamore
two black rooks hunch
 and darkly glare,

watching for night,
 with absinthe eye
cocked on the lone, late,
 passer-by.

Added: 7 Sep 2001 | Last Read: 30 Aug 2008 8:47 AM | Viewed: 5375 times

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