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Dawn bounced up in a bright red hat,
waved at the world and skipped away.
Up staggered the foal,
its hooves were jelly-knots of foam.
Then day sniffed with its blue nose
through the open stable window, and found them--
the foal nuzzling its mother,
velvet fumbling for her milk.
- -- Ferenc Juhasz, B. 1928, Hungarian poet
