'Fog's rollin' in off the East River bank,
Like a shroud it covers Bleeker Street,
Fills the alleys where men sleep,
Hides the shepherd from the sheep.'
domingo, 13 de março de 2016
But I saw some swallows yesterday! It's spring looming? Or not? What was that some shout at old Jules? Was it to buy some starch? Beware that fellow Marc? The tides of what?
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