Poems ✍️
  23.09.2025
  5

Author: Christina Georgina Rossetti

She's Such A Senseless Wooden Thing

She stares the livelong day;
Her wig of gold is stiff and cold
And cannot change to grey.


  stare wig Gold grey

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