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MONITOR, by                    
First Line: In my kitchen I mix and stir
Last Line: Deep in his breast.


In my kitchen I mix and stir,
Spied upon by a blithe philosopher,
An elm outside my window,
Meeting weather inside or out
With abandon and blustery flout;
When I frown, he slyly taps on the sill
And points to a bird nesting hidden and still
Deep in his breast.





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