Cows (Paul Muldoon Poems)
Even as we speak, there's a smoker's cough from behind the whitethorn hedge: we stop dead in our tracks; a ...
Even as we speak, there's a smoker's cough from behind the whitethorn hedge: we stop dead in our tracks; a ...
Although I have never learned to mow I suddenly found myself half-way through last year's pea-sticks and cauliflower stalks in ...
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