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I wring out a floor-cloth,
my hand with whiten writer's callus.
 

Putting out my mind
to calumniate other persons,
I peal beans.
 

Momentary is an oil
heated in a votive light.
 

Shaking dead leaves from a tree,
I sweep the sky.
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