What wines that, fellow Grimes? Grimes.
"Nobody's Boys," the lost waifs of the city, foredoomed, but for aid, to debasement and crime, Possible gallows-birds,they with wan faces late cleansed from the rookery's hideous grime, Snatched from the gutter whilst boyhood bears hope with it, gathered and tended with vigilant care.
My dog needed not to have gone so deep with this tough old Grimes.
"Wash away the ugly grime of toil," said the voice.