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[The milkweeds nod their Rip-Van-Winkle heads]
The milkweeds nod their Rip-Van-Winkle headsWhen Autumn blows; and in the snoring flue
The chill wind sleeps. All night it seems to me
A goblin gnome, a Lob Lie-by-the-Fire,
Sits humped upon the hob whining of cold,
Or whistling to the flame to keep him warm.
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