(1789-1845 / London / England)

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That Flesh is Grass is Now as Clear as Day

“That flesh is grass is now as clear as day,
To any but the merest purblind pup,
Death cuts it down, and then, to make her hay,
My Lady B-- comes and rakes it up.”

Submitted: Monday, April 05, 2010


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