Trench Poets (John Edgell Rickwood Poems)
I knew a man, he was my chum,but he grew blacker every day,and would not brush the flies away,nor blanch ...
I knew a man, he was my chum,but he grew blacker every day,and would not brush the flies away,nor blanch ...
The sweaty heads of waiters tower above the roomLike lofty and powerful capitals.Lice-ridden boys giggle nastily.And shining girls give painfully ...
As milled silver I was welcome In every gutter, tinkling over cobbles I rang the truth loudly on solid-oak counters ...
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