O, writhe to its measure! Dust swirling trims pleasure. Thorns prance in a gale. In air snow flicke..." — Basil Bunting" class="next-head">
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Sycamore seed twirling, O, writhe to its measure! Dust swirling trims pleasure. Thorns prance in a gale. In air snow flickers, twigs tap, elms drip. Swaggering, shimmering fall, drench and towel us all!