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Ne touchez pas la hache
I will do it,
the young man said, but I will do it alone.
and began iting.
he had already
acknowledged the existence of some of that idleness
that broached
an unpleasant subject of itself too wide to conceal it.
sensing that
the objectionable idiom was all that could be desired
in this
mildly disagreeable situation
he even
forgot to mind the gap between his front teeth.
as useful as
literature
he watched
and watched
the glue
waves slapping against the somewhat mixed entertainment
of an hour and
a half spent wisely
all the time
our travelers passed axe, exercise and relaxation.
to guide the
galleys through the blueprint of the would-be world rule
does not
necessarily mean
rest or amusement.
it can be a hatchet.
six lively
infants in the bank
six sickly
infants in the bunk
six
suckling infants on the bank
six lovely
infants on the brink,
-
sang the sea
of conceit.
