.... Now, every month seems to be' cruelest ' month..!
Blood is oozing from lilacs...
There are ' Hollow' men and stereotype J Alfred Prufrock
Roaming to and fro
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I often cry. Now stop it, Tom Eliot! As his beautiful lyrics continually invade my thoughts. The women come and go talking of Michaelangelo is a frequent visitor. And I can't look at a line of washing without murmuring the sun's last rays Great poets always leave traces in you! I really enjoyed your poem, worthy of the great man himself.
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Thanks a lot