the famous turkey spends a day of pleasure turning round in an enchanted circle

"Morning trickles over the bruised vegetables"

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"no-one to filet the pyramids"

"a plump breast of black light"

" there's

no-one to wind the compasses & the wheels of wheelbarrows."

"the stones are watery branches."

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