Guilt (John Betjeman Poem)
The clock is frozen in the tower, The thickening fog with sooty smell Has blanketed the motor power Which turns ...
The clock is frozen in the tower, The thickening fog with sooty smell Has blanketed the motor power Which turns ...
Come friendly bombs and fall on Slough! It isn't fit for humans now, There isn't grass to graze a cow. ...
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