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City of Orphans j o h n h a i n e s How strange to think of
City of Orphans j o h n h a i n e s How strange to think of those streets and vacant lots, the sandhills where we played and dug our trenches; the ...

Mending Wall Something there is that doesnt love a wall, That
Mending Wall Something there is that doesnt love a wall, That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it, And spills the upper boulders in the sun; And m...