Grounds For Sculpture --- May 14 Written By The Poetry Society of New York I used to have a typewriter like this. Once upon a time I used to be happy. Then my dad died. I miss him. Now I see him in the trees.. lakes.. and nature. I will see him again. The Poetry Society of New York Poetry belongs to us all. http://poetrysocietyny.org
Grounds For Sculpture --- May 14 Written By The Poetry Society of New York I used to have a typewriter like this. Once upon a time I used to be happy. Then my dad died. I miss him. Now I see him in the trees.. lakes.. and nature. I will see him again. The Poetry Society of New York Poetry belongs to us all. http://poetrysocietyny.org
