Tobacconist Poems - Poems about Tobacconist

...Near the old docks in Genoa where old dwellings stand close together making streets narrow and families live is lived rather noisily, where women hang laundry to dry on small terraces or on window l......

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...I hear my books sob, the tears of poets on their covers, their empty dark faces tearing to shreds, their breaths ceased by virus's devil. There 's a lockeddown on reason: I run a second-hand book......

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...Cremation A man was running to the tobacconist, Bought a packet and hastily opened it took out a cigarette Lit it and inhaled deeply. Then his head moved backwards, and he fell and died. They co......

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