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The thunder pounds my window and the sky
Releases still more green to stain the ground;
The cat alerts one ear, but constant sound
Dulls even soldiers to the softest lie,
And she is inside. Soon enough, to try
The rabbit, blackbird, blade of grass she found
Unlike all others. Dreaming that the hound
Sniffs bombs in no man's land, her time goes by
As mine does not. Again the clock reads two
As if I had no other thing to say
And less to know, than that the world took you,
And took you here or there, but took away.
Whatever there appears to do,
The time is -- wrong. But I'm right twice a day.
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