motherly a small wool hat rested on his favorite steed of his rival heaven only knows not i let it suffice to say one stole forth with the motherly teapot sending up its clouds of vapor from the competition and a bluff but not proud of it and piqued himself upon the funds of rustic waggery in his little empire the school and became wonderfully gentle and ingratiating (C) 2026 Shane Cooper follow links in the poem, or start new path...