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    The incongruous palm trees in China are winking at...
"You didn't think to find us...
    She glitters like a diamond,
The glamour hides...
    The sun is faint but warm as the city awakes
Steam from my mug...
    When to harvest the corn?
In their ripeness are they...
    Heavy and berating.
I am not full of remorse...