Category: The Real World
5 March 2019, about 11 am
Happy days are here again (pastiche)
After hours like these man (or woman) again rises
By the time I got to Woodstock
Ballad of a nullfidian
You call this a poem?
Someone puts “Saxapahaw” in an e-mail and you have to write a poem
L’amour intercontinental, universel