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Crickets

We cannot say that crickets sing
Since all they do is twang a wing.

Especially when the wind is still
They orchestrate a sunlit hill.

And in the evening blue above
They weave the stars and moon with love

Then peacefully they chirp all night
Remembering delight, deligh...

Harry Behn

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