The Newspaper Boy
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“It’was all over him, the bits of black and white, All the knowledge, scattered on his brain, All the daggers, wondering in his hands, All the people, in his heart, And the all the World, in his brain; it’was a newspaper boy.”
“It’was all over him, the bits of black and white, All the knowledge, scattered on his brain, All the daggers, wondering in his hands, All the people, in his heart, And the all the World, in his brain; it’was a newspaper boy.”
