Drama, Poems, Essays |
THE UNFORGIVEN POSTMAN |
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A poem. ©1997. |
Trudging my route I often growl, And then in fantasy I turn my back. I rewrite history. She left me years ago. Yet often -- often -- I wish that I could turn, But the rain is on the street. And she will not call anyway, with honey in her heart: # # # # # Copyright 1997. Home | About Grant | What's New | Links | Coming Soon | Send E-Mail Last modified: 7:32 PM EDT 4/29/2001 |