Four O’clock·
The
Air
grew chill, the
Sky
was grey;
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K☊P. ♊︎ des.
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The
Black Cock
crowed, and far away
Another answered. In a dream
The
Kobold
drank thick clotted
Cream
,
And chased
Roast-Goose
. He woke and sighed,
And turned upon his other side.