North Wind
This came from a writing prompt, it holds no indicators as to my present state of mind. The cold wind blows. That cold north wind, That wicked wind. The damp that cuts you to ...
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This came from a writing prompt, it holds no indicators as to my present state of mind. The cold wind blows. That cold north wind, That wicked wind. The damp that cuts you to ...
A peddler from Dublin was she, And there never was fairer to see. As she pushed her wheelbarrow Through streets broad and narrow, Any man who had eyes would agree. She peddled her fish at ...