Stephen Spender Quote: No.4
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When a child, my dreams rode on your wishes, I was your son, high on your horse, My mind a top whipped by the lashes Of your rhetoric, windy of course. Stephen Spender | Refcard PDF ↑
When a child, my dreams rode on your wishes, I was your son, high on your horse, My mind a top whipped by the lashes Of your rhetoric, windy of course. Stephen Spender | Refcard PDF ↑