Parading

Down Sally Cow Lane and Elsewhere

I live alone in a kind of luxury.

I wake when I feel like it,
I wake when I feel like it,
I wake when I feel like it,
read what Rilke wrote to Tsvetaeva. —Linda Gregg
read what Rilke wrote to Tsvetaeva.
—Linda Gregg

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