For I remember stopping by the way
XXXVII
For I remember stopping by the way
To watch a Potter thumping his wet Clay:
And with its all-obliterated Tongue
It murmured--"Gently, Brother, gently, pray!"
For I remember stopping by the way
To watch a Potter thumping his wet Clay:
And with its all-obliterated Tongue
It murmured--"Gently, Brother, gently, pray!"
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