Father and Child - Gwen Harwood

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Father, we pick our last fruits of the temporal. Eighty years old, you take this late walk for my sake. Who can be what you were? Link your dry hand in mine, my stick-thin comforter. Far distant suburbs shine with great simplicities.

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mutti325 10 år, 5 måneder siden
This quote is mind numbing. Far too much repetitive speech and not nearly enough substance.

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