An old man reading Mill
Looks out over the still
Land
Where oaks as ancient institutions stand,
And hears a sound drear,
That of velvet jackboots, approaching near.
An old man reading Mill
Looks out over the still
Land
Where oaks as ancient institutions stand,
And hears a sound drear,
That of velvet jackboots, approaching near.
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Many thanks for sharing my post. Kind regards. Kevin