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or in the Market-place, one Dusk of Day,I watch'd the Potter thumping his wet Clay:And with its all obliterated TongueIt murmur'd—"Gently, Brother, gently, pray!"
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— Stephen Crane
I looked here;
I looked there;
Nowhere could I see my love.
And--this time--
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