flea (
flea
) wrote
2007
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04
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03
08:27 am
Entry tags:
poetry
Love Without Hope
Love without hope, as when the young bird-catcher
Swept off his tall hat to the Squire's own daughter,
So let the imprisoned larks escape and fly
Singing about her head, as she rode by.
Robert Graves
Flat
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