The Song Of The Sandwich (Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems)
We met at night in the season's hight,Mid revel and mirth and song.I looked in your eye with a mute, ...
We met at night in the season's hight,Mid revel and mirth and song.I looked in your eye with a mute, ...
A drifting, April, twilight sky, A wind which blew the puddles dry, And slapped the river into waves That ran ...
If the Led Striker call it a strike, Or the papers call it a war, They know not much what ...
1/ Remember the old drunk at your church who elbowed me on the ribs and muttered something I undestood not? ...
MORNING and evening Maids heard the goblins cry: "Come buy our orchard fruits, Come buy, come buy: Apples and quinces, ...
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