With your dropped person is
This hefty bundle
Tense-tied, now loosened. And for
What did stoop a pained back, more
Bearing not idle
Felt one breathed sigh aft, start
To break apart.
Through its new experience
As joy's refresher
One with that heard blown distaste
In treed discards, other waste
Its day-filled matter.
Not that it can be, by then!
Numbly a-drowse, when.
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