The original is unfaithful to the translation.
The original is unfaithful to the translation.
Red Boots On Way down Geneva All along Vine, Deeper than the snowdrift Love's eyes shine: Mary Lou's walking In…
Words ought to be a little wild for they are the assault of thoughts on the unthinking.
I Have No Gun, But I Can Spit Some thirty inches from my nose The frontier of my Person goes,…