Apparently with no surprise, To any happy flower, The frost beheads it at its play, In accidental power. The blond assassin passes on....

A Spider sewed at Night Without a Light Upon an Arc of White. If Ruff it was of Dame Or Shroud of Gnome Himself himself inform. Of I...

I'm Nobody! Who are you? Are you-Nobody-too? Then there's a pair of us! Don't tell they'd banish us-you know! How dr...