His Father (John O Brien Poems)
We meet him first in frills immersed,By everyone caressed and nursed, A bonny baby-rather!But, though they please his every whim,Fill up ...
We meet him first in frills immersed,By everyone caressed and nursed, A bonny baby-rather!But, though they please his every whim,Fill up ...
The Desert sands are heated, parched and dreary, The tigers rend alive their quivering preyIn the near Jungle; here the kites ...
i was talking to a moththe other eveninghe was trying to break intoan electric light bulband fry himself on the ...
We, the living, buried deep in selfish grief strive to comprehend the passing of your hour, minds are numbed, aghast ...
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