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"You ought to have seen what I saw on my way / To the village, through Mortenson's pasture to-day: / Blueberries as big as the end of your thumb, / Real sky-blue, and heavy, and ready to drum / In the cavernous pail of the first one to come!
And all ripe together, not some of them green / And some of them ripe! You ought to have seen!"