English poem
Iii
by Myrtle Reed (1874–1911)
And, when the evening breeze comes in the door, The lamp smokes like a chimney, only more; And yet the deacon of the church Is telling every one my parrot swore.
Versos English Myrtle Reed Iii
Versos English Myrtle Reed Iii
English poem
by Myrtle Reed (1874–1911)
And, when the evening breeze comes in the door, The lamp smokes like a chimney, only more; And yet the deacon of the church Is telling every one my parrot swore.