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W. H. Auden,
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Left by his friend to breakfast alone on the white
The legions of cruel inquisitive They
How prodigiuous the welcome was. Flowers took his hat
And children swarmed to him like settlers. He became a land.
[from W.H. Auden, Collected Shorter Poems 1927-1957, |
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