John Betjeman Hold Poems
- 1. The Last Laugh
I made hay while the sun shone.
My work sold.
Now, if the harvest is over
And the world cold,
... - 2. In A Bath Teashop
“Let us not speak, for the love we bear one another-
Let us hold hands and look.”
She such a very ordinary little woman;
He such a thumping crook;
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