outside, the out building
we talked of the war, swallows overhead.
avoided the cockerel neatly on the lawn,
admired the rhubard flowering,
a dunkirk conversation,while sun shone.
even small boys mourn commentary
repeated, the small days of their lives.
they were brave men,
it is a good exhibition.
sbm.
Jun 1, 2013
Jun 1, 2013 at 12:42 AM UTC
outside, the out building
we talked of the war, swallows overhead.
avoided the cockerel neatly on the lawn,
admired the rhubard flowering,
a dunkirk conversation,while sun shone.
even small boys mourn commentary
repeated, the small days of their lives.
they were brave men,
it is a good exhibition.
sbm.
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