The Jailer’s Song

  Come, fellow traveller sleep, Tuck under blanket tight, And be at peace within My deceit, this trick, Play-pen, my den As you please, Call it. My Rusty Ol' Cage Cold Isn't it? A sheet, old Friend? To eclipse The plight from your Paranoid mind; So you May sleep in tranquil and I play the... Continue Reading →

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