The Clunk Of Feet Over Years
Sun upon a sullen dull window. no one knows the behind of a never open curtain, the clunk of feet over years pausing on the cobbled path in silent stop…
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The Poetic Warrior Returns to his Poetry after Illness Welcome One, Welcome All
Sun upon a sullen dull window. no one knows the behind of a never open curtain, the clunk of feet over years pausing on the cobbled path in silent stop…
Alert invader all you had to do was get out and stretch your legs who is it today grandma cousin or friend, a journey through the mountains and the passage…
Use your head not the bed, its bad for the world. Sweat and destruction perspiring in the pit of population hell, love is not a starving child we are too…
One has not a house or garden nor fence to jump over, no hedge to piss upon, sofas fridges fences, fat bins, bills & papers, bottles, cans waste, upon the…
I am sure you will find England once more and leave America behind with its ballistic mind we may rediscover gentlemen and genteel ladies of grace & sit by a…