Mother oak
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all the airs that clothe the great oak go trimmed with gold but will go a
great while in want like a beggar having to move on and the queen continues
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Ambit's Gambit is Albert B. Casuga's blog for his poetry, fiction, essays, literary theory, literary criticism, art criticism, and commentary on life, living, and the human condition.
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