Bats
When their rock-curd Was sloughed, Disinterred From the loft, The bats came In bolt, Thundered unlame As a colt-- And stellar Their span, Though cellar Slides ran Down caracoles Of lime And bowls Unfounded by time. Sign in to see full entry.
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