echoes
land moving
somewhere
tied to
morning mist.
morning,
she's
string
that
nothing
is two
bottles
of linen
But, whiskey-----
Apr 22, 2015
Apr 22, 2015 at 12:52 AM UTC
echoes
land moving
somewhere
tied to
morning mist.
morning,
she's
string
that
nothing
is two
bottles
of linen
But, whiskey-----
From Stephen Leacock The MarineExcursion of the Knights of Pythias
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