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Death of a Naturalist
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Cards (6)
Bluebottles
wove
a
strong
gauze
of
sound
around the
smell
Frogspawn
that
grew
like
clotted
water
You
could
tell
the
weather
by
frogs
Then
one
hot
day
Some
sat
poised
like
mud
grenades
I
sickened
turned
and
ran