Georgian Poetry 1918-19 by Various
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First Man: Devilry I call it. The Woman: And you're welcome. Second Man: But the law should have a say here. The Woman: What, isn't he mine, My own? There's naught but what I please about it. Third Man: Why did you let him go? The Woman: To fetch him back! |
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