Poem by Bert Leston Taylor

Aprilly

Whan that Aprilly with hise shoures soote
The droghte of March had perced to the roote,
I druv a motor thro' Aprilly's bliz
Somme forty mile, and dam neere lyke to friz.

1. Spring in the Shops
2. Upon Julia's Arctics
3. The Road to Anywhere
4. Hence These Years
5. Post-Impressionism

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