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. Upon Julia's Arctics
2. The Road to Anywhere
3. Spring in the Shops
4. Hence These Years
5. The Riddle of the Dinosaur

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