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My long two-pointed ladder’s sticking through a tree Toward heaven still, And there’s a barrel that I didn’t fill Beside it, and…
Read by Sophie Cookson & Joanna David
First, are you our sort of a person? Do you wear A glass eye, false teeth or a crutch, A brace or…
Only teaching on Tuesdays, book-worming in pajamas fresh from the washer each morning, I hog a whole house on Boston’s “hardly passionate…
Read by Juliet Stevenson
The Missing All – prevented Me From missing minor Things. If nothing larger than a World’s Departure from a Hinge – Or…
