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THE LOCUST by LEONORA SPEYER

First Line: YOUR HOT VOICE SIZZLES FROM SOME COOL TREE NEAR BY
Last Line: SHARPENED ON THE ECSTATIC EDGE OF SUNBEAMS!
Subject(s): LOCUSTS;

Your hot voice sizzles from some cool tree near by:
You seem to burn your way through the air
Like a small, pointed flame of sound
Sharpened on the ecstatic edge of sunbeams!





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