a great jar of bloodheard of the heartdoubtful that when we have oneit will be an advantageit cannot be a friendor take delightit will not reason but only performand look like meator so I think at a funeralhow love livesin the tongueof a dying shoe
love for company’s sakelove in the cakehousecarried them away to where Monday isa little rope of lifethat most forget they are gettingtill it is too late for any plea