Poem by Edward Estlin Cummings

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plato told

him: he couldn't
believe it (jesus

told him; he
wouldn't believe

it) lao

tsze

certainly told
him, and general

(yes

mam)
sherman;
and even
(believe it
or
not) you
told him: i told
him; we told him
(he didn't believe it, no

sir) it took
a nipponized bit of
the old sixth

avenue
el; in the top of his head: to tell

him

1. come nothing to my comparable soul
2. when my sensational moments are no more
3. I have seen her stealthily frail
4. perhaps it is to feel strike
5. a fragrant sag of fruit distinctly grouped

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