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When summer was nearly over,
The bundles would stand in the stubble
Whispering. One said: "For a while,
It looked like I might get away."
.
"I could have done it -
No one would have noticed.
But it was hard to know
If I should go singly, or with others."
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Each of us resembles that
Bundle. For years we waited
For the right moment to escape.
Perhaps it was that moment in July
.
When the thunder came. But the next
Day it was too late. And we
Ended up in the thresher.
Were we right to wait?
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~ Robert Bly
an early Vincent Van Gogh
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