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Summer Storm near Pulborough, Sussex, by Samuel Palmer
Ernest Hemingway

Ernest Hemingway

Mitraigliatrice
The mills of the gods grind slowly;
But this mill
Chatters in mechanical staccato.
Ugly short infantry of the mind,
Advancing over difficult terrain,
Make this Corona
Their mitrailleuse.

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