greavous

Updated: May 17, 2025

Oh, Tenby, my heart is so greavous for you, You haven't woked up for years. Why don't you open your eyelids up wide And laugh and dance and frolick outside? And why don't " "There can't be any more," said Pauline inexorably; "I'm at the bottom of the card." "Oh," said the little poetess piteously, "you must put in the end lines, can't you turn over?"

Ethel Sybil Turner - In the Mist of the Mountains