The White Planet Single as one consuming love, once given, Bright Venus blazes into the smouldering dusk, The only pharos in the expanse of heavenPlanet presaging all the stars to be, Sole...
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The Penny Whistle There we sat in the candlelightPoets gathered out of the night, Seven poets gathered together Gut of the wolf-cold winter weather, Reading poems we had made ourselves. . ....
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