If I when my wife is sleeping
and the baby and Kathleen
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Song of Myself
The spotted hawk swoops by and accuses me, he complains
of my gab and my loitering.
If I when my wife is sleeping
and the baby and Kathleen
Continue reading
The spotted hawk swoops by and accuses me, he complains
of my gab and my loitering.