Daybreak (Gwen Harwood Poems)
The snails brush silver. Critic crowpoints his unpleasant beak, and lances.Resumes his treetop, darts belowhis acid-bright, corrosive glances.In the hushed ...
The snails brush silver. Critic crowpoints his unpleasant beak, and lances.Resumes his treetop, darts belowhis acid-bright, corrosive glances.In the hushed ...
Being your slave, what should I do but tend Upon the hours and times of your desire? I have no ...
BEING your slave, what should I do but tend Upon the hours and times of your desire? I have no ...
Being your slave, what should I do but tend Upon the hours and times of your desire? I have no ...
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