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The Demon arose from his wallow to laugh,
Brushing
the dirt from his eye as he went;
And well I knew what the Demon meant.
Robert Frost - A Boy's Will
The Demon arose from his wallow to laugh,
Brushing
the dirt from his eye as he went;
And well I knew what the Demon meant.
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