Poem by Edward Estlin Cummings

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when life is quite through with
and leaves say alas,
much is to do
for the swallow,that closes
a flight in the blue;

when love's had his tears out,
perhaps shall pass
a million years
(while a bee dozes
on the poppies,the dears;

when all's done and said,and
under the grass
lies her head
by oaks and roses
deliberated.)

1. the bigness of cannon
2. the boys i mean are not refined
3. my father moved through dooms of love
4. hist whist
5. Buffalo Bill's

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