Fingers of a lady sitting on the evening train viciously storm the pages of sparkling new book simply entitled Christmas Poems.
With a curious smile I peer down from where I stand and remind myself it is the 18th of June.
Fingers of a lady sitting on the evening train viciously storm the pages of sparkling new book simply entitled Christmas Poems.
With a curious smile I peer down from where I stand and remind myself it is the 18th of June.
