Money (William Henry Davies Poem)
When I had money, money, O! I knew no joy till I went poor; For many a false man as ...
When I had money, money, O! I knew no joy till I went poor; For many a false man as ...
If I were gusty April now, How I would blow at laughing Rose; I'd make her ribbons slip their knots, ...
Thou shalt not laugh, thou shalt not romp, Let's grimly kiss with bated breath; As quietly and solemnly As Life ...
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