You tell me that you feel surprise
Because Quirl's paper's grown in size;
And yet they're crying through the street
That there's a rise in bread and meat.
Quirl
Friedrich Schiller
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Poem topics: feel, rise, street, bread, paper, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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