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I loves to hear him sing, bekeays he never gives us nothing that’s low.

Hugh Thomson, from She stoops to conquer; or the mistakes of a night, by Oliver Goldsmith, London, New York, Toronto, not dated.

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I loves to hear him sing, bekeays he never gives us nothing that’s low.

Hugh Thomson, from She stoops to conquer; or the mistakes of a night, by Oliver Goldsmith, London, New York, Toronto, not dated.

(Source: archive.org)


Monday, November 19, 2012
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