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Four corners did the world have
at the time.
In each a beggar sat a-staring like
cheese merchant and king,
shepherd and piper,
miser and nobles mightier.
With time
the rain the corners did polish
and the beggars drowned in hunger.
Now the ghosts haunt
the empty market stalls of the past.
The sagas have been buried.
Their continuity postponed
for lack of plausible denouements.

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