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Little Trotty Wagtail, he waddled in the mud,
And left his little footmarks, trample where he would.
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The bogholes might be Atlantic seepage.
The wet centre is bottomless.
An astounding crate full of air.
We have no prairies
To slice a big sun at evening--
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It was a day of cold
Raw silence, wind-blown
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smile
As you find a rhythm
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the habitual
Slow consolation
Of a dawdling engine,
At closing time would go
In waders and peaked cap
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Dawn-sniffing revenant,
Plodder through midnight rain,
Question me again.
Right down the dam gross-bellied frogs were cocked
On sods; their loose necks pulsed like sails. Some hopped:
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