Parading

Down Sally Cow Lane and Elsewhere

With the poet, not so. One learns

To be spare of words; to make cold thrusts
To be spare of words; to make cold thrusts
To be spare of words; to make cold thrusts
Into the frosty air that comes. —John Heath-Stubbs
Into the frosty air that comes.
—John Heath-Stubbs

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