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GREY MOTHS oh, elephant you there, pachyderm! show me your ears you old lion you! this I shouted in my dream across the whispering savannah plain drunk in the African evening sun & the elephant gently opened his huge fan ears edges fluttering as if delicate wings of grey moths he stood still fluttering then the elephant fell down into the golden grass & melted at my feet an invisible sound rushed up behind |
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