But he never forgot how once by not knowing time,He escaped into the clockless land of ever,Where time hides tick-less w — U.A. Fanthorpe, New and Collected Poems
But he never forgot how once by not knowing time,He escaped into the clockless land of ever,Where time hides tick-less w — U.A. Fanthorpe, New and Collected Poems
But he never forgot how once by not knowing time,He escaped into the clockless land of ever,Where time hides tick-less w — U.A. Fanthorpe, New and Collected Poems
But he never forgot how once by not knowing time,He escaped into the clockless land of ever,Where time hides tick-less w — U.A. Fanthorpe, New and Collected Poems
But he never forgot how once by not knowing time,He escaped into the clockless land of ever,Where time hides tick-less w — U.A. Fanthorpe, New and Collected Poems
But he never forgot how once by not knowing time,He escaped into the clockless land of ever,Where time hides tick-less w — U.A. Fanthorpe, New and Collected Poems
But he never forgot how once by not knowing time,He escaped into the clockless land of ever,Where time hides tick-less w — U.A. Fanthorpe, New and Collected Poems
But he never forgot how once by not knowing time,He escaped into the clockless land of ever,Where time hides tick-less w — U.A. Fanthorpe, New and Collected Poems
But he never forgot how once by not knowing time,He escaped into the clockless land of ever,Where time hides tick-less w — U.A. Fanthorpe, New and Collected Poems
But he never forgot how once by not knowing time,He escaped into the clockless land of ever,Where time hides tick-less w — U.A. Fanthorpe, New and Collected Poems
But he never forgot how once by not knowing time,He escaped into the clockless land of ever,Where time hides tick-less w — U.A. Fanthorpe, New and Collected Poems
But he never forgot how once by not knowing time,He escaped into the clockless land of ever,Where time hides tick-less w — U.A. Fanthorpe, New and Collected Poems
But he never forgot how once by not knowing time,He escaped into the clockless land of ever,Where time hides tick-less w — U.A. Fanthorpe, New and Collected Poems
But he never forgot how once by not knowing time,He escaped into the clockless land of ever,Where time hides tick-less w — U.A. Fanthorpe, New and Collected Poems
But he never forgot how once by not knowing time,He escaped into the clockless land of ever,Where time hides tick-less w — U.A. Fanthorpe, New and Collected Poems
But he never forgot how once by not knowing time,He escaped into the clockless land of ever,Where time hides tick-less w — U.A. Fanthorpe, New and Collected Poems
But he never forgot how once by not knowing time,He escaped into the clockless land of ever,Where time hides tick-less w — U.A. Fanthorpe, New and Collected Poems
But he never forgot how once by not knowing time,He escaped into the clockless land of ever,Where time hides tick-less w — U.A. Fanthorpe, New and Collected Poems
But he never forgot how once by not knowing time,He escaped into the clockless land of ever,Where time hides tick-less w — U.A. Fanthorpe, New and Collected Poems
But he never forgot how once by not knowing time,He escaped into the clockless land of ever,Where time hides tick-less w — U.A. Fanthorpe, New and Collected Poems
But he never forgot how once by not knowing time,He escaped into the clockless land of ever,Where time hides tick-less w — U.A. Fanthorpe, New and Collected Poems
But he never forgot how once by not knowing time,He escaped into the clockless land of ever,Where time hides tick-less w — U.A. Fanthorpe, New and Collected Poems
But he never forgot how once by not knowing time,He escaped into the clockless land of ever,Where time hides tick-less w — U.A. Fanthorpe, New and Collected Poems
But he never forgot how once by not knowing time,He escaped into the clockless land of ever,Where time hides tick-less w — U.A. Fanthorpe, New and Collected Poems
But he never forgot how once by not knowing time,He escaped into the clockless land of ever,Where time hides tick-less w — U.A. Fanthorpe, New and Collected Poems
But he never forgot how once by not knowing time,He escaped into the clockless land of ever,Where time hides tick-less w — U.A. Fanthorpe, New and Collected Poems
But he never forgot how once by not knowing time,He escaped into the clockless land of ever,Where time hides tick-less w — U.A. Fanthorpe, New and Collected Poems
But he never forgot how once by not knowing time,He escaped into the clockless land of ever,Where time hides tick-less w — U.A. Fanthorpe, New and Collected Poems
But he never forgot how once by not knowing time,He escaped into the clockless land of ever,Where time hides tick-less w — U.A. Fanthorpe, New and Collected Poems
But he never forgot how once by not knowing time,He escaped into the clockless land of ever,Where time hides tick-less w — U.A. Fanthorpe, New and Collected Poems
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But he never forgot how once by not knowing time,He escaped into the clockless land of ever,Where time hides tick-less waiting to be born.

— U.A. Fanthorpe, New and Collected Poems
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