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    Oar and Sail
    Oar and Sail
    Oar and Sail
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    Oar and Sail

    By Andrew Robert

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    'Oar and Sail', a collection of 28 poems by Andrew Robert.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherLulu.com
    Release dateApr 14, 2022
    ISBN9781471725821
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      Oar and Sail - Andrew Robert

      Copyright

      Oar and Sail

      Copyright © 2017 by Andrew Robert

      All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review or scholarly journal.

      First Printing: 2017

      ISBN 978-1-4717-2582-1

      birdsandborders.wordpress.com

      Several of the poems in this collection have previously been published in magazines and journals including Magma, Orbis and Prole, and many of them also appear on the website birdsandborders.wordpress.com.

      Tomorrow

      I hope when I go there it's blue skies

      and rooks cut the air, casting

      sharp rook-shadows over the loam

      and the snowmelt

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