In Wych Street Owen Wood did dwell; A carpenter he was by trade, And money, I believe, he made. Oh, you cannot escape from it. He was certain that those lips of hers had never known the natural and pardonable simper of youth. It was an unspoken curfew in the Beck house on week nights.
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