A heavy stone skimming across a mill-pond.
The sound of half a duck quacking.
Monday, October 10, 2005
Bold Slubbergudgeon
Quiet drunk on a one-way street Who is it you stumble off to meet? The zealous highwayman, the local choir They will sing sweet music, and eye you there Gutter man, with a guttered stare.
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