trough.
Joy cannot see it—it's in the bed
Of a river of poison that brims
instead.
He can only hear—a cough!
NOTHING to do for the
Companies there—
Nothing but waiting now,
While the Gas rolls up on the
balmy air,
trough.
Joy cannot see it—it's in the bed
Of a river of poison that brims
instead.
He can only hear—a cough!
NOTHING to do for the
Companies there—
Nothing but waiting now,
While the Gas rolls up on the
balmy air,