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- With a smoke from West
- And a song from Alden,
- I am nowhere,
- Stolen away from tuition,
- Tucked in the pocket of not-thought,
- And peeking through the glass of sunlight
- And summer dust-drops,
- Until Winston, smelling the smoke
- Through his shaggy brown face,
- Barks and breaks it all.
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