There he was, waiting for another train. He was so sick of the subways. Always late. Dirty. Noisy. Flying maniac kids dancing for dollars. Bad musicians. Endless panhandlers. And the so-called ... [+]
There he was, waiting for another train. He was so sick of the subways. Always late. Dirty. Noisy. Flying maniac kids dancing for dollars. Bad musicians. Endless panhandlers. And the so-called ... [+]
Keep in mind there were three daughters, One graceful and pretty, one fierce and gallant, one sickly ... [+]
If you swim before the children waketake me along. Though it is you, Folly Beachlifer, and me ... [+]