The Killer (Judith Wright Poems)
The day was clear as fire,the birds sang frail as glass,when thirsty I came to the creekand fell by its ...
The day was clear as fire,the birds sang frail as glass,when thirsty I came to the creekand fell by its ...
In the vine-shadows on the veranda;under the yellow leaves, in the cooling sun,sit two sisters. Their slow voices runlike little ...
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