Desire
O Whistle an' I'll come to you , my girl
O Whistle an' I'll come to you , my girl
Tho' partner and parents an a' would go mad
O whistle an' I'll come to ye, my girl.
Peter Burton August 2006
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Jealousy I put out my hand and plucked a rose, A red satin rose with a velvet scent, And chaliced its loveliness in reverent palms, Knowing ...
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February Afternoon By Edward Thomas Men heard this roar of parleying starlings, saw, A thousand years ago even as now, Black rooks with whit...
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