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James Stephens - A Visit from Abroad
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      A speck went blowing up against the sky
          As little as a leaf: then it drew near 
      And broadened. -- ` It`s a bird,` said I,
          And fetched my bow and arrows. It was queer! 
      It grew up from a speck into a blot,
          And squattered past a cloud; then it flew down 
      All crumply, and waggled such a lot
          I thought the thing would fall.--It was a brown
      Old carpet, where the man was sitting snug,
          Who, when he reached the ground, began to sew 
      A big hole in the middle of the rug,
          And kept on peeping everywhere to know 
      Who might be coming -- then he gave a twist
      And flew away . . . . I fired at him but missed.
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