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El Diablo

"The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes,
The yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the window-panes"

Perhaps if Mr. Eliot wanted his creative genius to really mean something, and wanted to leave his intended mark on the world, he shouldn't have rhymed "window-panes" with "window-panes."


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