My Small Boat
Man please thy maker and be merry set not for this world a cherry.
Happy the people whose annals are blank in the history books!
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Being with you and not being with you is the only way I have to measure time.
Fog The fog comes on little cat feet. It sits looking over harbor and city on silent haunches and then…
The Rolling English Road Before the Roman came to Rye or out to Severn strode, The rolling English drunkard made…