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I send Two Sunsets—
Day and I—in competition ran—
I finished Two—and several Stars—
While He—was making One—
His own was ampler—but as I
Was saying to a friend—
Mine—is the more convenient
To Carry in the Hand—
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
..........nicely penned, wonderful imagery ★