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Dave Bonta
against the whole table
a tooth of night
pointed at any
glut of mirth
A man, a man, a man
came from London, from London, from London
to the arms of a captain, a captain, a captain…
and it comes now into my mind to observe that I have been a little too free to make mirth, he being a very sober and an upright man.
a mouth can die
for want of mirth
and the skin for want
of a mouth to read it
coming together in
a merry lay