This land of little luxury, this house, my home, my prison, has worked me to the bone. Youth came and went, the silver shone, here I sit alone. Rocking Rolley, looking fine, no child did ever ride, for I became the rocking horse, reined in well before time.
Land of Little Luxury
Arches Velin Museum Rag 316gsm - 100% cotton rag
52 x 61 cm edition of 30 signed and numbered
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