i get so tired-every rumor of a tumor, well- it's true and now it's the sixth day. i can endure purest cold wherein it clutches the root and makes him moan and slide but man your hands are cold- tuck on the divan awhile so fortune reverses her smile and if but for a day get out of my way for natural gone to rot and issy minx, she had one foot in the grave by the time she turned loving age.