Private Beach (Jane Kenyon Poems)
It is always the dispossessed-someone driving a huge rusted Dodgethat's burning oil, and must costtwenty-five dollars to fill.Today before seven ...
It is always the dispossessed-someone driving a huge rusted Dodgethat's burning oil, and must costtwenty-five dollars to fill.Today before seven ...
Among people laughing, the day you disappeared, I was hiding like a blade of straw in the twisted wheel of ...
Wee Willie sat a-thinking, And he shook his curly head. Around him on the nursery floor His treasures lay outspread. ...
It was also my violent heart that broke, falling down the front hall stairs. It was also a message I ...
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