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XXIX.
Following the Chipper.
62.
Such a square maw
Enfumed with diesel
Stink; drive right in
The gullet will adjust
And wax capacious
For your final slip
Into the steel throat and
Face the blades;
Their merry whirl a mindless
Planing
And you,
Drawing
At last into
something Kicked with Hot
energy and a follow-through
To be envied.
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