That young man with the long, auburn hair and the impudent face - that young man was not really a poet; but surely he was a poem.
Gilbert K. ChestertonAbout author
- Author's profession: Writer
- Nationality: english
- Born: May 29, 1874
- Died: June 14, 1936
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