GreAt PoeTRy of 5 NaTIonS
Tuesday, May 9, 2017
9502. IN THE WILLOWS
IN THE WILLOWS
Each time I come home again, I
am soon called away : like the
second letter in the word 'wind',
I am gone before knowing where
I was. And now, this semblance
of simply being, it too is gone.
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