Rose's red, vi'lets blue. Sugar is sweet but not lak you. De vi'lets fade, de roses fall; But you gits sweeter, all in all. As shore as de grass grows 'round de stump, You is my darlin' Sugar Lump. W'en de sun d... Read more of Roses Red at Martin Luther King.caInformational Site Network Informational
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In My Lady's Bedchamber
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Shorthorn Bull
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How Siva Spoke
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The Devils Of Loudun
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The Assyrian Priest
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Wyndham's Letter
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Farm Barn Under-ground Plan And Yard
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The Ghost Of Miser Brimpson
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The Lianhan Shee
One summer evening Mary Sullivan was sitting at her own well-swept hearthstone, knitting feet to a pair of sheep's-grey stockings for Bartley, her husband. It was one of those serene evenings in the month of J...