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Rating: 2.4
Oh, the littles that remain!
Scent of mint out in the lane;
Flare of window; sound of bees; —
These, but these.

Three times sitting down to bread;
One time climbing up to bed;
Table-setting o’er and o’er;
Drying herbs for winter’s store;
This thing; that thing;—nothing more.
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COMMENTS
Colleen Courtney 19 May 2014
Feel myself sitting in a country Homs kitchen with the windows open! Nice picture this short piece invokes!
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Paul Reed 04 February 2014
Nothing compares to the scent of mint
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