Poem by Bert Leston Taylor

Upon Julia's Arctics

When as galoshed my Julia goes,
Unbuckled all from top to toes,
How swift the poem becometh prose!
And when I cast mine eyes and see
Those arctics flopping each way free,
Oh, how that flopping floppeth me! 

1. Aprilly
2. Spring in the Shops
3. The Road to Anywhere
4. Hence These Years
5. Post-Impressionism

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