Jul 2014
Your lovely card, inviting me for lunch,
Was such wonderful tinder for my cans,
An open hollow for my fireplace to run,
As a box of hope that shall never flame.
Was such wonderful tinder for my cans,
An open hollow for my fireplace to run,
As a box of hope that shall never flame.
(Éire)
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