My Mary Hicks
Osroe's knocking at thy door,
Just as he's knocked so oft before,
Doesn't he become a bore?
For he keeps coming 'more and more,
And he's calling as of yore,
"Mary Hicks, my Mary Hicks."
Listen to his sweet...
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Example 2: A Double-decker Horror
I was about thirteen years old and on my way to purchase bread. I had just crossed the first street
from my home—I will always remember—it was Browning Street. I heard the screeching of metal on...