Originally posted on Björn Rudbergs writings:
My dearest John,I cannot tell how much I wept, how hard it is for meto sleep imagining your shell-shocked comrades crying, mud-reeked in your gangrene-boredomof November rain,but I know of…
Originally posted on Sue Vincent's Daily Echo:
A repost of an old poem in honour of Mother’s Day here in the UK… perhaps more poignant this year than ever… ? I see…
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