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into their calculations and snorted on ... a bare arithmetic look for the boy who was hanging his head ... and ideas to follow their pretend. with a scowl

Twas down by the Glenside I met an old woman ... A plucking young nettles, she ne'er saw me coming I ... listened a while to the song she was humming Glory-o

day while away the afternoon Cutting nettles ... hiding petals pink >From the river drink. Bluebells, wood ... da do Sunny day while away the afternoon Cutting nettles

or lovers, who can tell When the dust finally has settled Will ... I be left with roses or with nettles Oh, whatever happened on that ... no beginning, no end Are we the rust upon the metal Or the

down by the glenside, I met an old woman ... A-plucking young nettles, she ne’er saw me coming I ... listened a while to the song she was humming Glory O ... Glory O, to the bold Fenian men 'Tis many

lips are nettles Your tongue is wine You're ... love all sailors But hate the beach You say "Come ... re always out of reach In the dark you tell me of a flower

it's about to start, It's the ticking of our heads and the ... to Wonderland in a crown of nettles Oh It seems I've fallen ... down down to the rabbit hole, down to the

a sky of slate I remember the angle of your elbow As it ... doubled back In the crack of fists across a face ... I remember the suck of boots in mud ... in those clandestine woods THE KILLER: Down at the river's

(I am a truthful man, From the land of the palm. Before ... dying, I want to Share these poems of my soul.) ... verses are light green, But they are also flaming red. My

MacExplainkenzie Gault] The rose and the thistle, well they both have thorns They both ... have thorns, they both have thorns The rose ... and the thistle, well they both have thorns And they