Living Midair poems by Karen June Olson | April 2019 |
Door-To-Door Each day begins early, when sparrows start to sing, His customers will ask him, What bread did you bring? Woolen garments in winter, short-sleeves in spring— Cookies, the size of hands, their baker-man brings, A shiny silver dollar is pay to my liking, |
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