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Miss Loo

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When thin-strewn memory I look through,
I see most clearly poor Miss Loo,
Her tabby cat, her cage of birds,
Her nose, her hair -- her muffled words,
And how she'd open her green eyes,
As if in some immense surprise,
Whenever as we sat at tea,
She made some small remark to me.

It's always drowsy summer when
From out the past she comes again;
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Susan Williams 24 December 2015
Walter de la Mare can paint an extraordinary scene out of something ordinary and oddly enough, it is usually something we have experienced ourselves
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