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Pagett M P: Rudyard Kipling

The toad beneath the harrow knows Exactly where eath tooth-point goes. The butterfly upon the road Preaches contentment to that toad. Pagett, M.P., was a liar, and a fluent liar therewith — He spoke of the heat of India as … Continue reading

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