Somewhere beneath her hurried curse,
A corpse lies bounding in a hearse;
And friends and relatives disperse,
And are not stirred.
From Third Avenue On - The Book of Repulsive Women (1915)
Somewhere beneath her hurried curse,
A corpse lies bounding in a hearse;
And friends and relatives disperse,
And are not stirred.
From Third Avenue On - The Book of Repulsive Women (1915)