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ArtistAs for the grass, it grew as scant as hair In leprosy; thin dry blades prick’d the mud Which underneath look’d kneaded up with blood. 75 One stiff blind horse, his every bone a-stare, Stood stupefied, however he came there: Thrust out past service from the devil’s stud!