The poet accepts his place in the world’s progress
by Grahaeme Barrasford Young
These hills
will kill me,.
Have I strength
to let them take me:
not murder,
but a merging.
These hills
will kill me,.
Have I strength
to let them take me:
not murder,
but a merging.
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