The Last Word Poem. All are free to enter, at will. Geese are swans, and swans are geese.
The Last Word Ugochi Oritsejolomisan
Web thou thyself must break at last. I am a door of metaphor. Let them have it how. You’ll find no lock, no key. 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! Geese are swans, and swans are geese. Let the long contention cease!
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! Web thou thyself must break at last. I am a door of metaphor. Geese are swans, and swans are geese. Let the long contention cease! You’ll find no lock, no key. Let them have it how. All are free to enter, at will.
