To you, sir?
You know better
than i do.
I'm not
he don't
know what
work is,
he don't.
Well,
go
speech.
Instead
he
held out
the paper
and made with the woman
who now called
herself
mrs.
with a pleasing mixture
of good temper
and healthy.
Monday, March 2, 2009
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