As requested in the comments on this post, a poem of my own.
84, Charing Cross Road (for Eileen Lavery)
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84, Charing Cross Road (for Eileen Lavery) I saw you, Helene, after all the
bookshops had vanished,Your wrists thin below the raveling cuffs of your
sweate...
2 days ago
3 comments:
Thanks, John! That's a poem I wish I'd written.
I mean, I wish I was the author of that poem.
You know what I mean.
You're welcome. I know what you mean. Thanks.
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