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| A Poem after Tu Fu As a kid I would scoop up bullfrogs. How old was I when I saw my last Remember how dragonflies lit the air Today in my garden a hummingbird He hangs in the mist of my watering hose, From his perch he soaks a minute. By Bob BradshawQLRS Vol. 10 No. 4 Oct 2011 _____ 
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