Thomas Hood (1789-1845 / London / England)
Poems by Thomas Hood : 61 / 102
That Flesh is Grass is Now as Clear as Day
“That flesh is grass is now as clear as day,
To any but the merest purblind pup,
Death cuts it down, and then, to make her hay,
My Lady B-- comes and rakes it up.”
Thomas Hood
Submitted: Monday, April 05, 2010
Poems by Thomas Hood : 61 / 102
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