I spied John Mouldy in his celler, Deep down twenty steps of stone; In the dusk he sat a-smiling Smiling there all alone. ... Read full text
That's no cellar- - that's his grave. Well, shiver me timbers, that is rather gruesome, Mr. Walter de la Mare
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That's no cellar- - that's his grave. Well, shiver me timbers, that is rather gruesome, Mr. Walter de la Mare