The Quarepuca met me in the squarewith forns of gold but not one hair,his four-leaf charlock held mid-air,pink barber poles … More
Treasured poetry and bargain prose await all who enter here.
Treasured poetry and bargain prose await all who enter here.
The Quarepuca met me in the squarewith forns of gold but not one hair,his four-leaf charlock held mid-air,pink barber poles … More
Yard Sale of Thoughts 