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Like Brooms of Steel
Like Brooms of Steel
The Snow and Wind
Had swept the Winter Street
The House was hooked
The Sun sent out
Faint Deputies of Heat
Where rode the Bird
The Silence tied
His ample plodding Steed
The Apple in the Cellar snug
Was all the one that played.
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