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SimpleMan 09/27/19 11:01:39 AM #6: | Unknown titled poem by Mr. Paul Neil Milne Johnstone of Redbridge, Essex The dead swans lay in the stagnant pool. They lay. They rotted. They turned Around occasionally. Bits of flesh dropped off them from Time to time. And sank into the pool's mire. They also smelt a great deal. --- Forget your lust for the rich man's gold All that you need is in your soul ... Copied to Clipboard! |
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