Adolescence.thing. I dream sometimes of fairyland delight: Faint music, dewey grass, great moonlike lanterns, And drifting figures white against the night. Perhaps I'll write a book on love and beauty, Or go to sea and drift out with the tide. I don't know what I want, but I want some- thing__ I'll try a good big beefsteak, chicken-fried! __May Willams Ward. |
From an unknown newspaper
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