Poem for Black Friday
I’ve treasured this poem ever since I first read it as a freshman in college. It appealed to this then late-60s kid as a brilliant
James Bratt
November 23, 2012
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I’ve treasured this poem ever since I first read it as a freshman in college. It appealed to this then late-60s kid as a brilliant
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