by Henry David Thoreau
Strange that so many fickle gods, as fickle as the weather,
Throughout Dame Natures provinces should always pull together.
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Strange that so many fickle gods, as fickle as the weather
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Strange that so many fickle gods, as fickle as the weather,
Throughout Dame Natures provinces should always pull together.