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 "title": "November",
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 "poet": "Edward Thomas",
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    "text": "November’s days are thirty:",
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   {
    "text": "November’s earth is dirty,",
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   {
    "text": "Those thirty days, from first to last;",
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   {
    "text": "And the prettiest things on ground are the paths",
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   {
    "text": "With morning and evening hobnails dinted,",
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   {
    "text": "With foot and wing-tip overprinted",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Or separately charactered,",
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   {
    "text": "Of little beast and little bird.",
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   {
    "text": "The fields are mashed by sheep, the roads",
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   {
    "text": "Make the worst going, the best the woods",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Where dead leaves upward and downward scatter.",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Few care for the mixture of earth and water,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Twig, leaf, flint, thorn,",
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   {
    "text": "Straw, feather, all that men scorn,",
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   {
    "text": "Pounded up and sodden by flood,",
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    "text": "Condemned as mud.",
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    "text": "But of all the months when earth is greener",
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   {
    "text": "Not one has clean skies that are cleaner.",
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   {
    "text": "Clean and clear and sweet and cold,",
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   {
    "text": "They shine above the earth so old,",
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   {
    "text": "While the after-tempest cloud",
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    "text": "Sails over in silence though winds are loud,",
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   {
    "text": "Till the full moon in the east",
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    "text": "Looks at the planet in the west",
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   {
    "text": "And earth is silent as it is black,",
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   {
    "text": "Yet not unhappy for its lack.",
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    "text": "Up from the dirty earth men stare:",
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   {
    "text": "One imagines a refuge there",
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   {
    "text": "Above the mud, in the pure bright",
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   {
    "text": "Of the cloudless heavenly light:",
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   {
    "text": "Another loves earth and November more dearly",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Because without them, he sees clearly,",
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   {
    "text": "The sky would be nothing more to his eye",
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   {
    "text": "Than he, in any case, is to the sky;",
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   {
    "text": "He loves even the mud whose dyes",
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   {
    "text": "Renounce all brightness to the skies.",
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