nash, 26 days ago Two legs diverged in a yellow wood Near them, on the ground, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, Whose works are these? I think I know, His name is on the statue, though He will not see me stopping here To eat his plums both sweet & cold
Two legs diverged in a yellow wood Near them, on the ground, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, Whose works are these? I think I know, His name is on the statue, though He will not see me stopping here To eat his plums both sweet & cold
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