Showing posts with label If they see any weeping that should have been sleeping they pour sleep on their head. Show all posts
Showing posts with label If they see any weeping that should have been sleeping they pour sleep on their head. Show all posts
Monday, 1 February 2016

Song for the Dying

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Today, turning the street corner, I recognised the nonagenarian from the nursing home, bewildered where she’d stooped to stare shortsightedl...