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"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Lois Marie Harrod

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Sometimes within the dawn, a little dark is heard
as if a bird beyond the blind were still

singing his nocturne, something practiced like a scale
or ladder leading up and down and down the oak

a root for the tree where he must be sitting
though we cannot see him for all his song.