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166.33 Turner's Venice
Turner's Venice
Smell the lavender of Provence;
squeeze the oranges from Portugal.
Memories have arrived on the ebb tide of autumn,
glide over laments, the slimy flotsam,
the jetsam the springtide brought in.
Wake with the calm of the morning;
work to ferry folk to unload their goods.
In the plaza where merchants are gathering today
linger among their lavender and oranges
not even clouds are running away.
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