Classic and Contemporary Poetry
FEET, by MARGARET WEAVER First Line: The humility of them, walking on streets Last Line: By every stone, ragged digits to count on | ||||||||
Other Poems of Interest...THE FLOWER OF BEAUTY by GEORGE DARLEY UPON PRUE, HIS MAID by ROBERT HERRICK THE WHITE CHARGER by ABUS SALT INVITATION by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS |
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