[…] pegging back Head Play in the last few strides to win by a nose.
The very source and fount of day / Is dash'd with wandering isles of night.
[…] Sally was in good health and spirits […] and earnestly desirous of “doing her best for the child she had nursed when pap and dillwater was its daily bread.”
If you see a long yellow streak of all fine smoke / That’s my rocket pulling out, that’s all she wrote / […]
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