Ramblings by Anne Heetderks as pertaining to life and literature.
The cock crows But no queen rises.
The hair of my blonde Is dazzling, As the spittle of cows Threading the wind.
Ho! Ho!
But ki-ki-ri-ki Brings no rou-cou, No rou-cou-cou.
But no queen comes In slipper green.
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