River Ouse a restful place


Oh River Ouse none of these pebbles be for thee, 
but me and mine alone. 
Borrowed to be sure for they were never mine. 

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The comment above refers to Virginia Wolf who filled her coat pockets with stones before stepping into the River Ouse. 

 

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