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* Poor naked wretches, wheresoe’er you are, *
* That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm, *
* How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides, *
* Your loop’d annd window’d raggedness, defend you *
* From seasons such as these? O, I have ta’en *
* Too little care of this! Take physic, pomp; *
* Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel, *
* That thou mayst shake the superflux to them,*
* And show the heavens more just. *
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bird ………………
was……………..
tracked …………….
flying 12,…………….
000 miles…………….
over……………..
the course……………
of the ye………….
ar, and up……….
to 1,100…….
miles i…..
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