(Poem #155 on new numbering scheme)
The teacher's droning was not comprehensible. Some scant words made sense. She passed a note. Faithless, time flowed like cement.
– an englyn proest dalgron
(Poem #155 on new numbering scheme)
The teacher's droning was not comprehensible. Some scant words made sense. She passed a note. Faithless, time flowed like cement.
– an englyn proest dalgron