I Let One Beetle Pass
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James McLain
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Whom saw with furried eyes.
That hurried back and forth.
One often does.
They looked like tightened Beads, of thread.
And heard it deep in thought.
He moved his furry velvet head.
Each movment much to quick.
e.d.
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