book of jobe
poems by james lee jobe
Wednesday, April 3, 2019
'It rained at Spring Equinox, and'
It rained at Spring Equinox, and
A beautiful quiet filled the house
In the dark just before sunrise;
There was only the sound of the rain
And my wife yelling for more
03 Apr 2019
April 03, 2019
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