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1498 Glass was the Street—in tinsel Peril Tree and Traveller stood— Filled was the Air with merry venture Hearty with Boys the Road— Shot the lithe Sleds like shod vibrations Emphasized and gone It is the Past's supreme italic Makes this Present mean— Edited by Peter Carter
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