|How Fine This All|
| It was a stillness in the little park.
An aeroplane was heard, for it was near.
There was remembrance of one's being here
A coldish day, in afternoon and dark.
The day's strewn paper's worthy of remark:
The way a child would suddenly appear,
And have his yell profoundly interfere
With sky up there: through sound, less calm, less stark.
What matters sky then lumpish and away.
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