Theodore Worozbyt – Two Poems
Theodore Worozbyt Two Poems Goodnight, Irene My only father got drunk playing golf at the country club. There was an Olympic pool where I swam …
"Poetry begins and ends with a rhyme." (D. Rudoy)
Theodore Worozbyt Two Poems Goodnight, Irene My only father got drunk playing golf at the country club. There was an Olympic pool where I swam …
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