Nancy MacIntyre by Lester Shepard Parker
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Sudden presence and 'Hello!'"
"Faithful Simon, weak and starving, Groaned and fell beneath his pack" "Resting calm in fancied safety Sat the elder MacIntyre" "Once again the twisted branches Of the lone and friendly tree" "Fiercer with each flying moment Drove the scorching blasts of death" "Standing there, a pictured goddess Sketched against a lowering storm" "But, instead, I shot, to scare him, All the buttons off his coat" BILLY'S REVERY 1 No use talking, it's perplexing, Everything don't look the same; |
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