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Lake in the Woods
I like to hear a motorboat
With voices pitched above it,
Conversing in their private din
And quite unconscious of it.
I like to see a fishing boat
Slowly row past shore,
Preoccupied with soundlessness
And fish, and nothing more.
When other boats are dim
In darkness on the lake,
I love to watch the sailing moon
Leave her silver wake.
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