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Sat there a man without his housewho puffed a long-necked pipe,‘neath dome of inky sky so black,where stars hung fat and ripe. Nay moment more than dusk had sat, when down the road came he,with crimson sparks from ‘neath his hooves, and horns and crooked knee. And long he looked on puffing man, who lookedContinue reading “an eve along the road”