Melbourne Sonnets: II. The Pawn Shop (E J Rupert Atkinson Poems)
REMOTE, strange relics of romance are piledInside and out, each with its tragic tale.Forlorn, quiescent. Listen ! Through thepalePast, through ...
REMOTE, strange relics of romance are piledInside and out, each with its tragic tale.Forlorn, quiescent. Listen ! Through thepalePast, through ...
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