Thonged Poems - Poems about Thonged

...THE *****'S ANNALS: At the table of verdict was the ***** seated; Breathing his last before senteced to prison. Couldn't hide the state of how's feeling; 'Dead zone', he exclaimed as he's highl......

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...Suddenly the royal mantle of life slips away It is evening, I gathering close the cosy cloak of daily ennui step out into the drizzle One grey raindrop for one stilled life The billions who came......

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