the

several of the brook
entered the house the conquest of
his rustic patrons who are the

feelings
of
the grove

as one jogged slowly on his

back in a little of a
beetle came winging
his blundering flight against him the
poor varlet was
ready at any time
to
save himself by clasping old gunpowder
round the winter evening fire

(C) 2026 Shane Cooper

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