Nettles (excerpt)
"Bed" seemed a curious name for those green spears.
That regiment of spite behind the shed:
It was no place for rest. With sobs and tears
The boy came seeking comfort and I saw
White blisters beaded on his tender skin.
Nettles Poem Text
by Vernon Scannell
Nettles Poem Text
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