Didn't The Robin Wheedle At My Enclave?
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Mark Heathcote
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Didn't the robin bilk all-that's-mislaid?
Didn't the robin inveigle his spade?
Cutting through that hearts open grave
Didn't the robin wheedle at my enclave?
Wasn't it into that worm cast he spied?
The buried life never-nearer-died
That never nearer spirals the loam
To wriggle forth from the clay back home.
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