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the last buttercup ( pucrettub tsal eht )
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the last buttercup slipped through the fingers of autumn in spore & into the winter a swish in a swell a ghost of the yellow alone in the snow the fruits of an echo a shard of a star so here - on the clearing a gathering mass of school trips & pilgrims the last buttercup slipped through the fingers & lived for six hundred trillion years ( ? ) ...