Here end my tracks of passion, reason, rhyme
Before the terminal rush and roar of light,
All together under the wheels of Time.
Coming to a crossing the train cries in the night.
Here's the NYT obituary.
To live freely in writing...
Here end my tracks of passion, reason, rhyme
Before the terminal rush and roar of light,
All together under the wheels of Time.
Coming to a crossing the train cries in the night.
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