At the Chief’s request (which we are hardly in a position to refuse) this week’s poem of the week is A. E Housman’s Epitaph on an Army of Mercenaries.
At the Chief’s request (which we are hardly in a position to refuse) this week’s poem of the week is A. E Housman’s Epitaph on an Army of Mercenaries.
How do you manage to kiss and kick your own backside with such regularity (perhaps you can’t refuse)? (But what would I know)?