My father probably thought the capital of the world was wherever he was at the time. It couldn't possibly be anyplace else. Where he and his wife were in their own home that for them was the capital of the world.
All the truth in the world adds up to one big lie.
Imagine if you had baseball cards that showed all the performance stats for...
Poetry is the art which is technically within the grasp of everyone: a piece of paper and a pencil and one is ready.
