Entries from February 1998 ↓

It was in a used bookstore, In a book he’d gone to buy, The comments he read, in the margins, Would put tears in a cynical eye. In lines any author would envy, She had penned her concepts of life. Her words showed such inner beauty, They cut through his heart like a knife. He […]

Poor Grackle knew his voice was bad, And he had learned it very soon. He was the only bird he knew Who couldn’t even make a tune. Now Grackle really loved to sing And serenade the morning sun. When all the other birds had choir He tried to join right in the fun. A melody […]