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Lodged, a poem by Robert Frost
The rain to the wind said,
'You push and I'll pelt.'
They so smote the garden bed
That the flowers actually knelt,
And lay lodged - though not dead.
I know how the flowers felt.
Begun with Ideogram (sorry, I must have deleted two of the Ideogram results I used for the final 'meld'), evolved here with Essence Of Reality at a low %