اشعار

Macavity’s a Mystery Cat: he’s called the Hidden Paw—

You ought to know Mr. Mistoffelees!

And the trees about me,

The Zulu Girl

Apeneck Sweeney spreads his knees

Sloshed to their slender throats

Come under the shadow of this gray rock -

The broad-backed hippopotamus

A cold coming we had of it,

Franschhoek

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