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  <title>Poppies in October</title>
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  <description>Even the sun-clouds this morning cannot manage such skirts.&lt;br /&gt;Nor the woman in the ambulance&lt;br /&gt;Whose red heart blooms through her coat so astoundingly --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A gift, a love gift&lt;br /&gt;Utterly unasked for&lt;br /&gt;By a sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Palely and flamily&lt;br /&gt;Igniting its carbon monoxides, by eyes&lt;br /&gt;Dulled to a halt under bowlers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O my God, what am I&lt;br /&gt;That these late mouths should cry open&lt;br /&gt;In a forest of frost, in a dawn of cornflowers.</description>
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