Apr5 Near to What I Love Posted on April 5, 2025 by Mystertim Standard Some poems are destined to become literature, O Captain, a host of golden daffodils, lovely as a tree. Sammy, however, keeps my feet on the ground, Saying my work is the tramp stamp of poetry. 04/05/2025 Share this: Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Like Loading... Related
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