Malady (F S Flint Poems)
I MOVE: perhaps I have wakened; this is a bed; this is a room; and there is light . . ...
I MOVE: perhaps I have wakened; this is a bed; this is a room; and there is light . . ...
ELM trees and the leaf the boy in me hated long ago -- rough and sandy. Poplars and their leaves, ...
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