Tramlines Poems - Poems about Tramlines

...The stock of the rifle is hand-selected walnut. I dust a beautiful porcelain lady. My Nikon needs to be taken out of its case like a coal black memory. I pick up a quartz crystal, put it t......

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...Ever since lockdown and the barbers were all closed, There was only one solution that my wife duly proposed ‘Let’s go buy some clippers so that I can cut your hair’ She said, with a smile, and a p......

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...The stock of the rifle is hand-selected walnut. I polish it with a soft cloth and occasionally use linseed oil. I dust a porcelain lady twice a week. She does not need my attention, but I give......

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...The stock of the rifle is hand-selected walnut. I polish it with a soft cloth and occasionally use linseed oil. I dust a porcelain lady twice a week. She does not need my attention, but I giv......

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...You’re beautiful my country where mountains gather snow. Where forest giants of many years are left alone to grow. Where rivers in your forest still run so crystal clear. You’re beautiful my count......

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...A slum outside Paris A cardboard city thrives a place where no one has to pay the rent and electricity are purloined. is it impossible for middle -class folk to understand but the Roma thriv......

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