In Wych Street Owen Wood did dwell; A carpenter he was by trade, And money, I believe, he made. Ennison’s signet-ring had cut nearly to the bone. “Why can’t we propagate by sexless spores, as the ferns do? We restrict each other, we badger each other, friendship is poisoned and buried under it!.
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