Rumored in Washington DC
All the spaces between
Moscow Rumors
All the spaces between
If they were furtive
And the condition between
Up the rope again
You shall pick me up on the quai
For my part, I want to be with Gold
It will be certainly pretty
He just sat staring
Postscriptum
Tolerably like
Postscriptum
But how you came
What did you bring
So he stood, hesitated
When she had returned the favor
Rumors in Alaska
One evening in spring
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