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71 The First Magnolias He learned “happy” early for a baby, A day or two after “apple” and three Before Christmas, on a walk around The block, and the sweet sound Echoed nothing in our conversation. It came from far away, like the Asian Magnolias’ infant blossoms That candled ten dozen lawns And struck me like an annunciation; In the pronounced synonym for joy The father was carried by the boy On the shoulders of his spontaneity. Happiness requires no stimulus At all, or only December’s magnolias. ...

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