That keeps the time of life with feeble tick
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ehind my bleared old face that stares and wonders. It’s queer how, in the dark, comes back to mindSome morning of September. We've been diggingIn a steep, sandy warren, riddled with holes,And I’ve just pulled the terrier out and left A sharp-nosed cub-face blinking there and snapping,2
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