TO THE MEMORY OF MY MOTHER (Barry Tebb Poems)
This is one spring you will not see. The fifty roses of your spray Smelt soft across that February day ...
This is one spring you will not see. The fifty roses of your spray Smelt soft across that February day ...
THE LANDS OF MY CHILDHOOD 1 I am leaving the holy city of Leeds For the last time for the ...
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