Summer-Man
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Now the summer-man bring the basket down from the head
Shadow-sheltered eventless days come, lift up,
Whatever you have hay and straw, dust and sand, withered flowers
Dry branches, life-long amassed wax, oil, shellac, gunpowder...
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