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Here are sweet peas, on tiptoe for a flight With wings of gentle flush o'er delicate white, And taper fingers catching at all things, To bind them all about with tiny rings.

John Keats

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John Keats
Age: 25 †
Born: 1795
Born: October 31
Died: 1821
Died: February 23
Judge-Rapporteur
Physician
Poet
White
Delicate
Things
Rings
Taper
Gentle
Tiptoe
Flight
Tiptoes
Tiny
Flush
Fingers
Peas
Wings
Bind
Sweet
Catching

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