OVER the land half freckled with snow half-thawed
The speculating rooks at their nests cawed,
And saw from elm-tops, delicate as a flower of grass,
What we below could not see, Winter pass.
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Can you imagine a world without men? No crime and lots of happy, fat women.
by John Vance Cheney
War met him, and fell pestilence,
Sore toil and want, all the dread foes of every day;
These he struck down, then went he hence,
Sent by a soft cat-thing that clawed him in her play.