How He Talked
Oh, our Roger was here last night,
You know Roger,
Roger by nature,
Roger by dodger,
Friend to the poor,
And a crutch to his mother,
Who lost all her coinage,
One way or another.
He stayed for an hour,
He drew and he chalked,
Made maps out of flour,
How he talked,
How he talked.
I said, nice to see you,
He said, he was glad,
Roger by nature,
Roger the lad.
The king of the gypsies,
A rogue with a rug,
A gay desperado,
A penitent thug.
He tipped me the wink,
He smiled as he walked,
We went for a drink,
How he talked,
How he talked.
ТЕЛЕГРАМКанал с обзорами, анонсами новинок и книжными подборками
Книжный Вестник
Бот для удобного поиска и скачивания книг
Книжный Бот
Свежие любовные романы в удобных форматах
Любовные романы
О психологии, саморазвитии и личностном росте
Саморазвитие
Детективы и триллеры, все новинки
Детективы
Фантастика и фэнтези, все новинки
Фантастика
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