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Sure as a soldier to find the best place,
Dig down deep and then spread out
A green, split groundsheet; a coarse, cheerful face,
Never fresh yellow, on a deceptive neck
Staffed with reinforcements; yellow job soon done,
Consolidates, constructs a startling wig
As decoy for the winds to take;
Sticks the fuzz aboveground, waits.
Platoons of sons are whirled away to dig ...
Stiff bald fathers with coarse-pored pates
See to wider billets for their groundsheets.
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