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The Colour Stays Here-

In vision Across the form of Earth For sizes of Apple And a British hewing Maximum heart And Nathan breathing Bits of clover and woodrose In patches of wool And then there was Santa Winning caution to the aware Five times the Uncle As a patient young man Summer days- To be sure- An impression of wisdom Spokes of all men Flying wind to the fights To stay forever good In this Honda creation What policy but of brothers Waking early for chance And in the affair of theirs, Septuagenic writing For this field of roses, And what is his, And what is wonder