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He says: "All that winter"
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This is the middle of the page: All that winter,
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as I grew in mother's womb, grandfather fretted with his scheme
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[to get Willie Erdmann's bees];
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when the spring's first bees
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appeared on our pussy willows, on our alder catkins, he was off
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with Hector and Konrad,
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saucepan and cheesecloth.
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Their researches led them
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through fresh-marsh, through pine-woods,
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over stile and under trestle--
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but never a bee-tree they discovered,