Distractions, those bugs persistent;
And of child's harmless mouthing!
Gnawing scourge, that goes round and round
After-school's walled hives found in.
Windows jolted, windows that frame
Inner attentions, deeper
By what storm-raucous, is made of
Only a bamboo sweeper!
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