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intimates
Don't you care for my love? she said bitterly.
I handed her the mirror, and said:...[read poem]
Don't you care for my love? she said bitterly.
I handed her the mirror, and said:...
snake
A snake came to my water-trough
On a hot, hot day, and I in pyjamas for the heat,
To drink...[read poem]
A snake came to my water-trough
On a hot, hot day, and I in pyjamas for the heat,
To drink...
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