The Ballad of the Sad Café-5
or of forgot to bolt it. Soon everytreet s tores, to -- . And so ended ts in of the café.
Noime must pass. For t four years are muc c t about bit by bit, in simple steps o be important. tinued to live o sell ables ore. tomers every evening, and on Saturday a great croo serve fried catfis fifteen cents a plate. to buying a fine mecore no longer, but ed into a proper café, open every evening from six until twelve oclock.
Eac tairs ly of turnip greens, as Miss Amelia rubbed and morning liquor to give rengto a point beyond reason, but noto strengt of ill s and overalls, but on Sunday s on a dark red dress t peculiar fasly cill loved a fierce la, but s so quick to c o exact cruel payments. Because tremely sociable, s about a little -- to revivals, to funerals, and so fortoring self proved profitable and he only place of pleasure for many miles around.
So for t regard ted viesteps out for to . See ties -- anding by and doing absolutely not quick to point out any laziness among tumn afternoons t on teps c back in ter cypress is a deep black green, rees tretcer see Miss Amelia bend doo let Cousin Lymon scramble on tled on o o and treated Cousin Lymon to a picture-so some distant fair or cockfigook a passionate deligacles. Of course, ten sit for ogetairs. For t nigo lie looking into t leave o suffer It may even be reasoned t t mainly on t; it broug . So compose from suc let it rest.