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Sonnet No.

The morbid days all through the drain


Seven clouds now my mind
As Sherlock Holmes walks in the rain
A tulip patch I would find

I float along in Innisfree


Fourteen nymphs by my side
And a wave on Sargasso Sea
In a scarlet evening tide

Even now the cars make sense


A bowl of tulips my recompense

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