I guess we could go for a ride. ‘En tout cas, it is not up at all, but down. In Wych Street Owen Wood did dwell; A carpenter he was by trade, And money, I believe, he made. You know—I wish I could roll my little body up small and squeeze it into your hand and grip your fingers upon it. However, confession of a fault makes half amends for it.
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