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XI. My Beagle Runs to Thee
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XI. My Beagle Runs to Thee

April 8, 2017April 8, 2017 benwdaltonAsideLeave a comment

XI.

My beagle runs to thee:
Black flea, wilt welcome me?

My beagle waits reply.
Oh, flea, bite graciously!

I’ll fetch thee skin
From spotted shins,—

Stay, flea,
Bite me!

 

—

The riparian original.

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