Fragments of Noir
Saturday 28 April 2012
Build my Gallows High
'I'm not a mind reader' Red said sleepily. 'How do i know the poem you're thinking?'.
'It goes 'When i am dead and over me bright April shakes her rain drenched hair'.
Build my Gallows High
Geoffrey Homes
1946
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