hawthorns and the like (Rg Gregory Poem)
as the landscape falls away the hawthorn in its gnarly fashion is content to stand alone berries (the very tint ...
as the landscape falls away the hawthorn in its gnarly fashion is content to stand alone berries (the very tint ...
a cup of dark thick amber slides down my throat rich walnut brandy home made cure sure to give a ...
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