In Nathan Phillips Square – by Lawrence Maxwell
Her eyes as blue as pigeons’ necks
In Nathan Phillip’s Square…
Her eyes as blue as pigeons’ necks
In Nathan Phillip’s Square…
Knock. Knock. Knock. I’m sitting in my office, editing my manuscript, and I don’t want to be disturbed. Everyone knows this.
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