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He looked at those swift hands, / remembering beauty for later

She sat on a stool past which the conveyor belt carried peaches. Don’t you love peaches?

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Good colour, good size, into the prime box. Small, green, crooked, off to the cannery.

He looked at those swift hands, remembering beauty for later and, if it came, for a poem.

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