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  A spring wind moves the plum tree. It’s peeking out the pinking out, like a girlish woman’s doubt about her skill in coquetry   With a manner warm, then cold, next by turn waspish, now mild each emerging mood unfold, in soft perfume we’re beguiled. ‘Till hapless we, our work forsook, fell in her […]

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