Charlene-n-Booker 4ever (Forrest Hamer Poem)
And the old men, supervising grown grandsons, nephews, any man a boy given this chance of making a new sidewalk ...
And the old men, supervising grown grandsons, nephews, any man a boy given this chance of making a new sidewalk ...
And then we began eating corn starch, chalk chewed wet into sirup. We pilfered Argo boxes stored away to stiffen ...
This air is flooded with her. I am a boy again, and my mother and I lie on wet grass, ...
It was 1963 or 4, summer, and my father was driving our family from Ft. Hood to North Carolina in ...
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