Thomas M. Egan


The Green Man of the Wood: Green man, Green man, Why do you flee? I seek to know the answers, Pray come forth to me. Fairy Land in Aliador: The grass is bedded cool and wet on Mid-Summer's eve, the scent is jasmine for me alone on its blanket of green.

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