Should ever you come calling here And see the window shutters falling down The garden overrun with weeds Peels of paint sadly curled upon the porch Know that I was happy here. As transient as ever was – Still I planted flowers And some bloomed triumphant Over-run with weeds now, yet I Know that I… Continue reading no forwarding address
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