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Who Has Left A Scent On My Life And Left

my walls Dancing over and over with her shadow, Whose hair is twined in all my waterfalls And all of London littered with remem- bered kisses. So I am glad That life contains......

A Few Syllables For The Rich

Francis King STIRRINGS STILL by Samuel Beckett John Calder, 17,000, pp.23 P eople have been impelled to write books out of love, hate, indignation, a desire for revenge, a......