Edward Estlin Cummings (Эдвард Эстлин Каммингс)

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raise the shade
will youse dearie?
rain
wouldn’t that

get yer goat but
we don’t care do
we dearie we should
worry about the rain

huh
dearie?
yknow
i’m

sorry for awl the
poor girls that
gets up god
knows when every

day of their
lives
aint you,
                              oo-oo.                dearie

not so
hard dear

you’re killing me

1. after five
2. All in green went my love riding
3. hist whist
4. consider o
5. when life is quite through with

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