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For every
parcel I stoop down to seize
I lose some other off my
arms and knees,
And the whole pile is slipping,
bottles, buns,
Extremes too hard to comprehend at.
once
Yet nothing I should care to leave behind.
With all I have to hold with - hand and mind
And
heart, if need be, I will do my best.
To keep their
building balanced at my breast.
I crouch down to
prevent them as they fall;
Then sit down in the
middle of them all.
I had to drop the armful in the
road
And try to stack them in a better load.
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