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 COCK-CROW

WORDS

of us all

That make rhymes,

Will you choose

Sometimes—

As the winds use

A crack in a wall

Or a drain,

Their joy or their pain

To whistle through—

Choose me,

You English words?

I know you:

You are light as dreams,

Tough as oak,

Precious as gold,

As poppies and corn,

Or an old cloak:

Sweet as our birds

To the ear,

As the burnet rose

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