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The idiot greens the meadow with his eyes, The meadow creeps implacable and still A dog barks, the hammock swings, he lies. One two three the cows bulge on the hill.

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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
Lying
Hill
Barks
Eye
Swings
Hammocks
Three
Cows
Implacable
Two
Hills
Meadow
Stills
Idiot
Greens
Still
Dog
Meadows
Lies
Bark
Bulge
Eyes
Creeps
Hammock

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