The Last Word Poem. All are free to enter, at will. You’ll find no lock, no key.
The Last Word Ugochi Oritsejolomisan
Let them have it how. All are free to enter, at will. Web the last word poem by matthew arnold creep into thy narrow bed, creep, and let no more be said! Let the long contention cease! Geese are swans, and swans are geese. I am a door of metaphor. You’ll find no lock, no key. Web thou thyself must break at last.
Let the long contention cease! All are free to enter, at will. Web thou thyself must break at last. You’ll find no lock, no key. I am a door of metaphor. Let them have it how. Let the long contention cease! Web the last word poem by matthew arnold creep into thy narrow bed, creep, and let no more be said! Geese are swans, and swans are geese.
