Penny Farthing

by | Jan 28, 2013 | Poetry | 0 comments

I met someone in town today
Who told me how she used to play
By a grave, where Penny Farthing lay.
It seems that no-one knew his name
One of the many young men slain.
But, here, he found some peace and rest
And, here, he lies, for ever blessed…


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