Freedoms (Gerald Gould Poems)
1Those were our freedoms, and we come to this: The climbing road that lures the climbing feet Is lost: there lies no ...
1Those were our freedoms, and we come to this: The climbing road that lures the climbing feet Is lost: there lies no ...
This is the horror that, night after night, Sits grinning on my pillow -- that I meant To mix the peace of ...
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