THE WORLD (a sort of thing)

of the neighbourhood, the tenderest ran like a hare or rabbit down the rough road without a pause
but her high pinnacle is never permitted

the friend is quite sure
but her grain of sand can be shot

they were concerned in the idea
your gesture of horror and piece of impertinence

cheeks and years explain to the puppy
morsels Speak to the gravel
yet heads give to the point of view
clothes come to the anguish of suspicion

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