Yesterday, my brother went golfing alone. His wife went out boating with three “Merry Widows.” I guess not all widows mourn their husbands on Father's Day.
That reminds me, I better get my brother that CD of “Chasing Classic Cars.” I'm sure his wife won't enjoy it as much as he.
“The woman or man who is a poet, or fiction writer, or playwright, or all of these, is engaged constantly in a jazz ballet of vocabularies, passions, genders, histories, perspectives, death, love, and life. The music of revelation announces itself to
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The poems in this beautifully bound book are a result of over twenty years of observations. Observations of the world around us and on the telecommunications network. All of the hate, love, heroism, disasters, and those who help.
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That reminds me, I better get my brother that CD of “Chasing Classic Cars.” I'm sure his wife won't enjoy it as much as he.
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