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The wonderful world of Katie Riddle
Drought weights the trees, and from the farmhouse eaves
The locust, pulse-beat of the summer day,
Throbs; and the lane, that shambles under leaves
Limp with the heat–a league of rutty way –
Is lost in dust; and sultry scents of hay
Breathe from the panting meadows heaped with sheaves.
– from "The Rain-Crow" by Madison Cawein (1865 – 1914)
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