THE BABY
I sat and had coffee the other day, as I oft times will do, amid a swarm of waiters and waitresses all earning their daily dues and was approached by … Continue reading THE BABY
THOUGHTS OF A POET IN THE RAIN
GORDON KUHN
I sat and had coffee the other day, as I oft times will do, amid a swarm of waiters and waitresses all earning their daily dues and was approached by … Continue reading THE BABY