Treasure Island

T. S. Eliot


Preludes



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Submitted: Monday, January 20, 2003
Edited: Wednesday, September 26, 2012

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  • Ria B (2/17/2008 12:20:00 AM)

    Yup, he's right. The full version of the poem is listed under Thomas Stearns Eliot. (Report) Reply

  • Max Reif (11/11/2005 10:43:00 AM)

    This ain't the whole poem, folks! It's only the prelude to Preludes. (Report) Reply

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