You won't return from the front. I clean the laundry stone in autumn.…
by Dev
“Come, let’s have a roof over our heads awhile. Look, further on ahead,…
It's little I care what path I take, And where it leads it's little I…
Call in three months time and I'll be fine, I know Well maybe not that…
Will some one go to the village newspaper, And gather into a book the…
With him I proved no bargain-driver, With you, don't think I'll bate a…
Fifteen men on the Dead Man's Chest — Yo-ho-ho, and a bottle of rum!…
But O heart! heart! heart! O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the…
Those masterful images because complete Grew in pure mind but out of…
What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow Out of this stony…
