Georgian Poetry 1918-19 by Various
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Gave a slight cringe, as though the glint of her eyes
Prickt him. But he stood up to her awkwardly bold, One elbow on the counter, gripping his mug Like a man holding on to a post for safety. The Man: You can't do what's not nature: nobody can. The Woman: And louts like you have nature in your pocket? The Man: I don't say that-- The Woman: If you kept saying naught, No one would guess the fool you are. Second Man: Almost My very words! |
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