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O tender time that love thinks long to see,
Sweet foot of spring that with her footfall sows
Late snowlike flowery leavings of the snows,
Be not too long irresolute to be;
O mother-month, where have they hidden thee?
Out of the pale time of the flowerless rose
I reach my heart out toward the springtime lands,
I stretch my spirit forth to the......
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The escape of the circus freaks was nothing to laugh about.
Some of them were harmless enough: the bearded lady, the man with the ears and hooves of a goat, the woman with the body of a Rubens and the head of a catfish, scales and tentacled whiskers and walleyed vision to match.
Yet there were others who posed a serious threat to pub-lic sanity.
What if Mesmer Man invaded the privacy of your bed-room while you were helplessly lost in bland blue slumber? He could forge any illus...
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