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Peering, I heard the hooves come down the hill. The posse passed, twelve horse the leader's face Was worn as limestone on an ancient sill.

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Allen Tate
Age: 79 †
Born: 1899
Born: November 19
Died: 1979
Died: February 9
Author
Literary Critic
Poet
University Teacher
Writer
Winchester
Kentucky
John Orley Allen Tate
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Twelve
Come
Hills
Sill
Passed
Hooves
Ancient
Limestone
Horse
Peering
Leader
Posse
Heard
Hill
Face
Worn

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