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FASTER than fairies,
faster than witches,
Bridges and houses,
hedges and ditches
And charging along
like troops in a battle,
All through the meadows,
the horses and cattle;
All of the sights
of the hill and the plain
Fly as thick
as driving rain;
And ever again,
in the wink of an eye,
Painted stations
whistle by
Here is a child
who clambers and scrambles,
All by himself
and gathering brambles;
Here is a tramp
who stands and gazes,
And there is the green
for stringing the daisies!​

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NICE POEM BTW............