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M: VII: Who Could Know?
He supposed
There had been tribes
Thought dawn
Night's attempt
To forestall coming light,
Childhood
Dark's attack on prudence.
Who could know
What red arsenal
Night
Might muster in the black,
What manufactures dark?
poem
by
Douglas Scotney
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