No one is so old that he cannot live yet another year, nor so young that he cannot die today.
No one is so old that he cannot live yet another year, nor so young that he cannot die today.
Halfway Street, Sidcup We did sums at school, Mummy - You do them like this: look - I showed her.…
The fact is that poetry is not the books in the library . . . Poetry is the encounter of…
Tarantella Do you remember an Inn,Miranda?Do you remember an Inn?And the tedding and the spreadingOf the straw for a bedding,And…