WINDOW 817
Picture Window
Looking through a glass.
“And hast thou slain ▲he Jabbe▲wock?
Come to my arms, my b█amish boy!
O frabjous d■y! ■allooh! Cal■ay!”
He chortl◆d in his jo◆.
Come to my arms, my b█amish boy!
O frabjous d■y! ■allooh! Cal■ay!”
He chortl◆d in his jo◆.