Ground in the Victorian lock, stiff,
With difficulty screwed open,
To admit me to the seven mossed stairs
And the badly kept garden.
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Fifteen years later, he redescends,
Not as a postponed child, but a letter
Asking me for his father who now possesses
No garden, no home, not even any key.
A very fine, experiences. tony
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Fifteen years later, he redescends, Not as a postponed child, but a letter Asking me for his father who now possesses No garden, no home, not even any key. A very fine, experiences. tony