Freeish Poems - Poems about Freeish

...She called me darling And I felt my feet grow roots While the ground swelled to meet me She called me darling As the wind combed the briers in my hair And strange squirrels anointed me with ne......

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...Sail most by north, by west the least, until the moon sets in the east. There, in a sea the colour of custard, ye'll see the Ile de Deux Sans Mustard where locals speak like buccaneers, calli......

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