Why
Is it inconstant?
Snowing
Like the velvet of a caftan
Not
Like the cotton in a field
Stopped the hound
Hitherto barking
And now the rays of the
Sun
Beating the windows
Huzzah!
Shield the clouds,
Cerberus weepin' again
Alas
The road
Cries
Overall ‘tis tortured
By
Cars' feet
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