“My little horse must think it queer”* to see the big deer standing so near At this hour no other stake was guarded like a great keepsake. But when the buck tilted his prongs then one could see what lingers here The grass so…
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“My little horse must think it queer”* to see the big deer standing so near At this hour no other stake was guarded like a great keepsake. But when the buck tilted his prongs then one could see what lingers here The grass so…