No time to post this afternoon. Got to get to the bank. Tonight, after work, I'll be putting up the audio of a couple of poems.
His Lowered Head
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His Lowered Head What do I remember of springbesides the roar of the red
Masseysowing barley beyond the fenceand milk tasting slightly grassywith
the Holst...
1 week ago
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