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 Gadder
2. Canopus
3. Post-Impressionism
4. Hence These Years
5. The Riddle of the Dinosaur

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