Love this:
Here is where the grass tickles my knee, and fairies
come happily to give what I need. There are large halls
and magnificent poets whose cryings don't need paper...
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Love this:
Here is where the grass tickles my knee, and fairies
come happily to give what I need. There are large halls
and magnificent poets whose cryings don't need paper...