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Loud is the summer's busy song The smallest breeze can find a tongue, While insects of each tiny size Grow teasing with their melodies, Till noon burns with its blistering breath Around, and day lies still as death.

John Clare

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John Clare
Age: 70 †
Born: 1793
Born: July 13
Died: 1864
Died: May 20
Farmworker
Naturalist
Poet
Writer
Northamptonshire Peasant Poet
Death
Size
Smallest
Teasing
Around
Busy
Melody
Melodies
Stills
Summer
Loud
Tease
Still
Lies
Till
Burns
Find
Grow
Breath
Noon
Grows
Breaths
July
Lying
Tongue
Insects
Song
Tiny
Breeze
Blistering

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