Poetry Blogs (dreaming spires)
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By : Ali Taha Alnobani
Wednesday 6th March 2013 7:49 pm
Harry and Morris were together all those twenty years
Theirs was not the Oxford of dreaming spires;
not screaming tyres,
but purring, perfect, permanence.
The legacy of.....
Countless years of........
Stirring and striking,
poor Morris died.
No nightmares for the spires,
just Harry pined
No more would his hands
Thursday 10th December 2009 7:44 am