Death Of A Poet (Ronald Stuart Thomas Poems)
Laid now on his smooth bedFor the last time, watching dullyThrough heavy eyelids the day's colourWidow the sky, what can ...
Laid now on his smooth bedFor the last time, watching dullyThrough heavy eyelids the day's colourWidow the sky, what can ...
I am a man now.Pass your hand over my brow.You can feel the place where the brains grow.I am like ...
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