Carl Sandburg: from The Fleas of Flanders

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Sometimes thoughts run out of holes like rats.
Sometimes they chase each other like dogs and cats.
Sometimes they stand still like frost at dawn.
Sometimes they arch with the slow white suspensions
Of the silver prisms of the aurora borealis.

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