My Daughters In New York (James Reiss Poems)
What streets, what taxis transport themover bridges & speed bumps-my daughters swiftin pursuit of union? What suitors amuse them, what ...
What streets, what taxis transport themover bridges & speed bumps-my daughters swiftin pursuit of union? What suitors amuse them, what ...
The hands of the clock were reaching high In an old midtown hotel; I name no name, but its sordid ...
Can't swim; uses credit cards and pills to combat intolerable feelings of inadequacy; Won't admit his dread of boredom, chief ...
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