The Daughter Goes To Camp (Sharon Olds Poems)
In the taxi alone, home from the airport, I could not believe you were gone. My palm kept creeping over ...
In the taxi alone, home from the airport, I could not believe you were gone. My palm kept creeping over ...
Sometimes I can almost see, around our heads, Like gnats around a streetlight in summer, The children we could have, ...
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