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When summer was nearly over,
The bundles would stand in the stubble
Whispering. One said: "For a while,
It looked like I might get away."
"I could have done it -
No one would have noticed.
But it was hard to know
If I should go singly, or with others."
Each of us resembles that
Bundle. For years we waited
For the right moment to escape.
Perhaps it was that moment in July
When the thunder came. But the next
Day it was too late. And we
Ended up in the thresher.
Were we right to wait?
~ Robert Bly
an early Vincent Van Gogh
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