Every parent is at some time the father of the unreturned prodigal with nothing to do but keep his house open to hope.
What has any poet to trust more than the feel of the thing? Theory concerns...
To me I'm just a regular person going to the mall with friends and now I'm...
I like cast iron coated with enamel for longevity and forgiveness if I happen to take my eyes off the prize while pouring Chianti.
