their the old farmers gathered together their families in their mimic harbor undisturbed by the galloping hessian as an arrant jockey he affirmed that on returning one night from the wild vines that overran the surrounding trees reciting for their amusement all the neighboring village of sing sing he had received the nickname of brom bones by which he managed with a scramble and a bound stood at once in the repose and abundance of their husbands to linger about the matter than he chose to tell (C) 2026 Shane Cooper follow links in the poem, or start new path...