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In that so sudden summer storm they tried
Each bed, couch, closet, carpet, car-seat, table
Both river banks, five fields, a mountain side,
Covering as much ground as they were able.
A lady coming on them in the dark
In a white fixture, wrote to the newspapers
Complaining of the statues in the park,
By cupid, but they cut some funny capers!
The envious oxen in still rings would stand
Ruminating, Their sweet incessant plows
I think had changed the contours of the land
And made too modest conies move their house.
God rest them well, and firmly shut the door,
Now they are married nature breathes once more.
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