Trump campaign shrinks

The crash and cut away of connecting wood-work, or through floors
River and sunset and scallop-edgd waves of flood-tide?
Under the kettle
Markd how to explore the vacant vast surrounding
Perennial roots, tall leaves, O the winter shall not freeze you
Compassionaters, perceivers, rapport of men
And those well-tannd to those that keep out of the sun
Mauls, and the drivers of horses
Passionate kisses of parting

And of each of us O soldiers, and of each and all in the ranks we fought
I am there again
Give me solitude, give me Nature, give me again O Nature your primal
Nor the strange huge meteor-procession dazzling and clear shooting
She speaks to the limber-hippd man near the garden pickets
He is the arbiter of the diverse, he is the key
Raise main-sail and jibsteer forth
It is the th of August and the British have landed
No more with tender lip, nor musical labial sound
Kanuck, Tuckahoe, Congressman, Cuff, I give them the same, I

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