Secret Games
Parachute taut,Torn and tetheredIn the tall tree,The goat nibblingAt the green fernWhere, guardedly,We hid playingInfancy’s dearMisdemeanours -And in due timeThus multipliedThe mimes of fear.
Secret Games
Parachute taut,Torn and tetheredIn the tall tree,The goat nibblingAt the green fernWhere, guardedly,We hid playingInfancy’s dearMisdemeanours -And in due timeThus multipliedThe mimes of fear.
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