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1886–1950

A Pedlar

John Gould Fletcher

Gaily he offers Packets of merchandise. He is a harlequin of illusions, His nimble features

Skip into smiles, like rainbows, Cheating the villagers. But in his heart all the while is another knowledge, The sorrow of the bleakness of the long wet winter night.

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