The Gate There's this gate see, a couple of bits of wood and some wire, hanged, dangled in the prevailing wind. like me, really, wide open bent all one way with the macrocapa on the cliff..
The Gate
There's this gate see, a couple of bits of wood and some wire, hanged, dangled in the prevailing wind. like me, really, wide open bent all one way with the macrocapa on the cliff..
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Blake's Law
COLUMBINE TRYPTICH Ode Queen of the May Lullaby for the Dead Communion Dishonesty Eye The Fiddle
POEMS FOR FORT WORTH Fort's Worth For Cassandra Soughing Song: Fort Worth
Futility The Gate Harvest Pause Punjab 60 Song Stones Ulster Wanted: two in one
CONTENTS
POEMS
FOR FORT WORTH
