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POETRY: A Magazine of Verse Little red gamblers, Handfuls that slept in the dust.


 * Summers of rain,

Winters of drift, Tell off the years; And they go back Who came soft— Back to the sod, To silence and dust; Gray gamblers,
 * Handfuls again.

Now the stone house on the lake front is finished and the workmen are beginning the fence. The palings are made of iron bars with steel points that can stab the life out of any man who falls on them.