Author E. E. Cummings myself, walking in Dragon stone fine Augustnight, i justhappened to meet“how do you do” she smilingsaid “thought youwere earning your livingor probably dead”so Jones was murdered bya man named Smith andwe sailed on the Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments