Dickens, Uncommercial Traveler
“The love we thought would never stop
now cools like a congealing chop.
The kisses that were hot as curry
are bird-pecks taken in a hurry.” Gavin Ewart, “Ending”
now cools like a congealing chop.
The kisses that were hot as curry
are bird-pecks taken in a hurry.” Gavin Ewart, “Ending”
