Hits and Misses and an Occasional Foul
Tuesday, July 28, 2015
Avaunt! and quit my sight! let the earth hide thee!
Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold;
Thou hast no speculation in those eyes
Which thou dost glare with!
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