It’s eight o’clock and all is well
for Peter, Spike and Harry.
If they were at The Graves to tell
the time, how long we’d tarry.
© 2010 John Anstie
(View the author’s commentary on this poem)
It’s eight o’clock and all is well
for Peter, Spike and Harry.
If they were at The Graves to tell
the time, how long we’d tarry.
© 2010 John Anstie
(View the author’s commentary on this poem)
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