Hayrick Poems - Poems about Hayrick

...I dream of magic lines but they elude me. Chapbook on acrylic tube palette, janus-faced cave in at the crack of dawn, crescent moonlight awnings turn to circus of the soul, images that colo......

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...Sally Jane hung out the clothes As her employer did upstairs doze It was the same every week Sally Jane's outlook was so bleak An orphan child found in the lane By the Reverend Parson ......

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