Updated: Jun 29, 2021
Lines scribbled at the MShed June 27th 2021 So there you lie, supine, Edward Colston, A somewhat Ozymandian reminder Of ineluctable Time and History. Not so much a Proustian memory As a museum's recognition That every age rewrites History, And that the hallowed retain and explain Need not everlastingly remain I
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It came upon a midnight clear That glorious song of old, When angels bent down to the earth, And changed machine guns into harps, ...
A MISCELLLANY OF HISTORY A TEXTUAL WEAVING OF A CABINET OF CURIOSITIES A TEXTUAL SAMPLER Chapter Four A few short years after our...
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