I stood on the bridge at midnight, As the clocks were striking the hour, And the moon rose o’er the […]
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I stood on the bridge at midnight, As the clocks were striking the hour, And the moon rose o’er the […]
Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me […]
Self Pity I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself. A small bird will drop frozen dead from a […]
Ps and Qs: Photography, Poetry and Quiet 