Summer 1975. I was nervous meeting my girlfriend’s parents for the first time. They lived a considerable distance away and I was to spend the night. Ma was happy because her daughter was happy. Pa was more protective of his youngest of four, and like some mythical...
When I’m alone they come to meDrinking coffee or drinking teaA purring cat upon my knee That’s when they come near The characters live in my bookThis writing task I’ve undertookTalk loud! My ears won’t overlook Speak so I may...
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