Now Owen Wood had one fair child, Unlike her mother, meek and mild; Her love the draper strove to gain, But she repaid him with disdain. . . E. Spurlock was basically a poet, quick to recognize beauty, animate or inanimate, and to transcribe it in unuttered words. If you can’t see as how there ain’t nothing in this barrack of a place to help me do the job, I can. The man was dangerous.
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