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Reading Po Chü-i in Morningby Cara Benson A car starts, an alarm bleats,
and the tenants This is my stream: this noise.
It tumbles into my mind, escape this capital? Should I?
My thatched hut in the hills But when necessity calls the
neighbors away and cars begin
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