Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea,
But sad mortality o'ersways their power,
How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea,
Whose action is no stronger than a flower?
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I have already bought and read, several times, this posthumous collection of Tom Duddy's work. His way of saying things, simple th... Read More
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