A Poem Behind the Door...
In summer when I passed the place
I had to stop and lift my face,
A bird with an angelic gift
Was singing in it sweet and swift.
I love and collect old poetry books, and can usually find something to fit into a piece of art where needed. Bring some poetry or not, but please join us in Virginia Beach.
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