
THE POEM THAT SAYS SORRY Dawn discovered me,at the end of previous night,down a slope by the side of the road, double-crossed by thirst. Stomach handcuffed,gaze stupid,accused by my conscience,laughed at by the field sparrows – I was man as nothing more than body,swollen in some places, rubbed raw in others,in the arms of a ditch,when […]
John Grey


Thank you, Carolyn! 🙂
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You are, as always, welcome, Susi. Xxx
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