it's springand the goat-footedballoonMan whistlesfarandwee — E.E. Cummings, Selected Poems
it's springand the goat-footedballoonMan whistlesfarandwee — E.E. Cummings, Selected Poems
it's springand the goat-footedballoonMan whistlesfarandwee — E.E. Cummings, Selected Poems
it's springand the goat-footedballoonMan whistlesfarandwee — E.E. Cummings, Selected Poems
it's springand the goat-footedballoonMan whistlesfarandwee — E.E. Cummings, Selected Poems
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it's springand the goat-footedballoonMan whistlesfarandwee

— E.E. Cummings, Selected Poems
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