My Beautiful Hook-Nosed Beauty Queen Strut Wave

Jeff Kass

It’s hard to be a teacher. Hard to be a father. Harder still to be a husband. How do you survive? You look for joy everywhere you can. You write poems about those moments to keep them alive in your breast. These poems represent hope for a better tomorrow.

Posted on Thursday, January 2nd, 2014 at 12:00 am.

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