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THE CICADA by GEORGE ADDISON SCARBROUGH

First Line: WHERE THE BLOOM OF THE SOUREST HONEY WAS, THE CICADA IS
Subject(s): CICADAS;
Where the bloom of the sourest honey was, the cicada is,
Close to the similar bark. The persimmon tree
Is a high, apt place for such a song as his.
He is too much like a new blade running free

Behind a headstrong team, though, to put my mind at ease.
He recalls too well the three, hand-running springs
When the white mares broke the mower. I have forgotten these.
And he talks only of such fast, dangerous things.

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