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 | | If I could climb the ridge and drink And give drink to my beast; If I could drain that keg, the flies Would not be biting so, My burning feet be spry again, My mule no longer... |
 | | You think the ridge hills flowing, breaking with ups and downs will, though, building constancy into the fl foreground for each sunset, hold on to you, if dreams wander, give reality recurrence enough to keep an image clear, but then you... |
 | | Trudging by Corbie Ridge one winter's night, (Unless old hearsay memories tricked his sight) Along the pallid edge of the quiet sky He watched a nosing lorry grinding on, And straggling files of men; when these were gone, A double limber and... |
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