David Wagoner (5 June 1926 / Massillon, Ohio)
For A Row Of Laurel Shrubs
They don't want to be your hedge, Your barrier, your living wall, the no-go & nbsp; Go-between between your property And the prying of dogs and strangers. They don't
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