How strangely like a churchyard skull The thing that`s there amongst the leaves! A Hornets` nest; but stir the branch And they`ll be round your head and ears! So wary ana so weaponed, How do they not possess the wold? Their lives a watch, their act a doom, Of their own terrors they must die! Livid, uneyed, articulate, How like a skull their nest they make!SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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