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. The Riddle of the Dinosaur
2. The Road to Anywhere
3. Ballade of a Moss-Grown Symbol
4. Spring in the Shops
5. The Gadder

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