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In a satin shoeThe weaklings saddle is worn down from just too much sad attitude No one wants to face the opaue reality of herself For the life of me I was made American You must consider this Whatever suffering is insufferable is punishable by perishableIn Vienne the rabbit Maurice is at home in the family cage I ache for him his boredom and his solitude On suffering and animals inarguably they do I miss your heart my heart For A Snow Leopard in OctoberStay little ounce here in Fleece and leaf with me in the ever Where swans trembled in the lake around our bed of hay and morning Came each morning like a felt cloak billowing Across the most pale day It was the color of a steeple disappearing In an old Venetian sky Or of a saint tamping the grenadine Of his heavy robes before the Blessing of the Animals Ive heard tell of men who brought Great Pyrenees a borzoi or Some pocket mice baskets of mourning doves beneath their wicker lids A chameleon on a leash from the Prussian circuses And from the farthest Caucasus some tundra wolves in pairs In a meadow I had fallen As deep in sleep as a trilobite in the red clay of the centuries Even now just down our winding road I can hear the children blanketing Themselves to sleep in leaves from maple trees No bad dreams will come to them I know Because once in the gone ago I was a lynx as well safe as a tiger iris In its silt on the banks of the Euphrates as you were Would they take You now from me like Leonardos sleeve disappearing in The ai.
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