Browntail
Issue #71
Winter 1996-97
Its gauze tent Is big as a heart or hand, Filthy with dots like black sand. These are its seeds, eggs, which in gooey, Furred translucency have already sucked in Twigs and leaves as good as dead, And will turn...
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