Night-time’s black blurs all around, save sound. Through my window ajar travels a stride, Stomp, step, plod. I fancy figure bound To see a […] Read More
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The magazine of James Allen's Girls' School
The magazine of James Allen's Girls' School
Night-time’s black blurs all around, save sound. Through my window ajar travels a stride, Stomp, step, plod. I fancy figure bound To see a […] Read More
