Just like a Harlequin romance is Dickens with a lobotomy.
It’s still the printed word, still a way of breaking open pages
and weeping no more for Hemingway or O’Hara or even Tennessee Williams.
Just like a Harlequin romance is Dickens with a lobotomy.
It’s still the printed word, still a way of breaking open pages
and weeping no more for Hemingway or O’Hara or even Tennessee Williams.
HOMESCHOOLING MOTHER OF 5, ALL THINGS DOMESTIC, MY CRAZY LIFE
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Yes. I feel guilty sharing just three lines when this poem just builds and builds.