But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams - Yeats
There was a young fellow from Brighton
Who put on a mask folks to frighten
One look in the mirror
Sent him all a quiver
That scary young fellow from Brighton
There once was a witch from RytonWho needed no mask to frightenHer face she could pull it'til mirrors turned culletand windows no longer let light in
Who could you possibly be talking about?
There once was a witch from Ryton
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Her face she could pull it
'til mirrors turned cullet
and windows no longer let light in
Who could you possibly be talking about?
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