on it : She's
one thousand
hand. When she
out his lighter,
held the paper
dropped it
mashed it
disapproving eyes
it is, dear, " and
4. The Black
Black Bird
green crêpe silk
the Coronet. Her face
the left side, swept
was somewhat tousled
morning."
Saturday, April 25, 2009
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