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Dame Edith Louisa Sitwell

(7 September 1887 - 9 December 1964 / Scarborough, Yorkshire)

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Four in the Morning


Cried the navy-blue ghost
Of Mr. Belaker
The allegro Negro cocktail-shaker,
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  • Liliana ~el (9/7/2013 6:53:00 PM)

    What? ... I am seriously lost. Someone please help me; I don't actually think I'm dumb.. (Report) Reply

  • P W (9/16/2008 12:31:00 AM)

    Sorry, you can't read this glorious absurdity without Walton's amazing music in the background making magic out of genius. (Report) Reply

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