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““Pan and the Cherries I RECOGNIZED him by his skips and hops, And by his hair I knew that he was Pan. Through sunny avenues he ran, And leapt for cherries to the red tree-tops. Upon his fleece were pearling water drops Like little silver stars. How pure he was! And this was when my spring was arched with blue. Now, seeing a cherry of a smoother gloss, He seized it, and bit the kernel from the pulp. I watched him with great joy ... I came anigh ... He spat the kernel straight into my eye. I ran to kill Pan with my knife! He stretched his arm out, swirled-- And the whole earth whirled! Let us adore Pan, god of all the world!””

Paul Fort

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