Fires of Driftwood by Isabel Ecclestone Mackay
page 98 of 107 (91%)
page 98 of 107 (91%)
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You first, old Fire-eater!"--
One with a whimsical face spoke freely; "I?--I sought some stir, Some urge in living, Some sense in dying. I sought a mountain top With a view!" "And the answer?" "I have seen others find What I sought." . . . . . . . "I don't know that it's anyone's business Why I came," (Another spoke as if unwillingly), "A girl laughed, I think-- Funny?--Yes, funny as hell!"-- . . . . . . . His neighbor said, "I was a business man, No sentiment, Nothing of that kind,-- But the band played And, suddenly, I saw |
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