O words are poor receipts for what time hath stole away — John Clare, Poems Chiefly from Manuscript
O words are poor receipts for what time hath stole away — John Clare, Poems Chiefly from Manuscript
O words are poor receipts for what time hath stole away — John Clare, Poems Chiefly from Manuscript
O words are poor receipts for what time hath stole away — John Clare, Poems Chiefly from Manuscript
O words are poor receipts for what time hath stole away — John Clare, Poems Chiefly from Manuscript
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O words are poor receipts for what time hath stole away

— John Clare, Poems Chiefly from Manuscript
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