Freedoms (Gerald Gould Poems)
1Those were our freedoms, and we come to this: The climbing road that lures the climbing feet Is lost: there lies no ...
1Those were our freedoms, and we come to this: The climbing road that lures the climbing feet Is lost: there lies no ...
If you stand where I stand— In my boudoir— (don't mind my shaving— I can't afford a barber)— you can ...
I Oh Galuppi, Baldassaro, this is very sad to find! I can hardly misconceive you; it would prove me deaf ...
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