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"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Jared Carter

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Silken the sheath is, when I try
at first to find
Beneath its leaves that simple ply
that, unconfined,

Will flower early in the field.
Yet sensitive,
These strands that to my fingers yield
and seem to give

A whispering of all that may
transpire here
After the silk is stripped away
and evening's near.