The Peddler had in his loot strange paperback apocryphas,
eschatological pamphlets and Chweebian hymn sheets.
"Howl muchh izzz dat?" pointed the Nwee at a little pink cover.
"Free for the Nwee,
if he could recite the title!" challenged the Peddler.
Chweebian
2 comments:
You, Thomas, are too wonderful for words.
Thanks.
The Denizens of the Perch say,
"Your splendid verses,
were whispered and read,
by the clarion moonlight."
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