The Mechanical Poet
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- Would I like a vegetable marrow?
- Are not those ideas yours, caballero?
- "I will go and look up Setu," I thought.
- "As thou wilt, lord," he answered; "I care naught.
- These things his high spirit could not support.
- Or could it be the beating of her heart?
- He faces life with steady composure.
- Must I now lose you, oh, my royal treasure?
- She has not been like herself the last fortnight.
- In that moment you have lost your birthright.
- I do think he's a capital fellow!
- Jump in here and let your wagon follow.
- I enclosed a letter, anyhow.
- We're off the trail; missed it somehow.
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