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by Ruth Herschberger
I swam the Huron of love, and am not ashamed, It was many saw me do it, scoffing1, scoffing, They said it was foolish, winter and all, But I dove in, greaselike, and swam, And came up where Erie verges2. I would say for the expenditure3 of love, And the atrophy4 of longing5, there is no cure So swift, so sleek6, so fine, so draining As a swim through the Huron in the wintertime. 点击收听单词发音
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