How is he today the wife is asked Same as usual, the usual reply The way you cope beats me so If it was me I'd have to cry What's he doing nowadays Must be hard with so much time Does he mind the loss of legs It really is such a crime I shut up because I know the worse It's not just the wheelchair I dread But when these so called friends Direct their words right over my head
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Reviewed by Jaclynn Huntington (Reader)
Reviewed on August 2, 2003
A wonderful series. What an excellent book of poems you could compose with theme.
Just as life during the pandemic was color-coded with different hues representing different levels of danger, life in its aftermath has become shaded in similar ways. As a self-styled “Seeker of Beauty with Beauty,” (borrowing from a quote by W.E.B.
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