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We see them on the streets at night With downcast faces, bloodshot eyes And never have we aught to spare We merely can apologise We all avoid their mournful …
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07 Nov
Of Love
Of Love
Love? Too much is written of love. True, its beauty overtakes us all At some point And yet (for theres always a yet, or a but) Where is the magnificence In blind …
Tag: poetry