Felix Randal
March 7th, 2021 | Poetry | journalpulp | 15 CommentsFelix Randal the farrier, oh, is he dead then? my duty all ended, Who have watched his mould of man, big-boned and hardy-handsome Pining, pining, till time when reason rambled in it, and some Fatal four disorders, fleshed there, all contended? Sickness broke him. Impatient, he cursed at first, but mended Being anointed and all; […]
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