Gelett Burgess (Гелетт Берджесс)

A Woman’s Reason

I’m Sure every Word that you say is Absurd; 
I Say it’s All Gummidge and Twaddle; 
You may Argue away till the 19th of May, 
But I don’t like the Sound of the Moddle!

1. The Floorless Room
2. Abstrosophy
3. Nonsense Verses
4. Psycholophon
5. On Digital Extremities

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