A Spy
By John B. Tabb
Sighed the languid Moon to the Morning Star:
“O little maid, how late you are!”
“I couldn’t rise from my couch,” quoth she,
“While the Man-in-the-Moon was looking at me.”
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Sighed the languid Moon to the Morning Star:
“O little maid, how late you are!”
“I couldn’t rise from my couch,” quoth she,
“While the Man-in-the-Moon was looking at me.”
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