Mansard Poems - Poems about Mansard

...Mirroring salted sweat of limes. Dreadful long march creeped and galloped. No home seek looms. A half way of death. Quadruped war for nothing. Tremor feet seek a poplar silhouette. Shaded sha......

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...he heard the golden trumpets calling sounds coming from an empty mansard as heat rises over his copper head over his eponymous cosmos the maker of secular arts shall fall before he could rise ......

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...Five miles of neatly spaced suckered palm planted Bustling promenade, Not withstanding a provincial cafe-culture Of restaurants and exciting little bars, Enhance upon regal elegance of the cram......

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