Today, I have my father, mother and sister at home with me, it wasn’t so last Sunday, it won’t be so the next; this reminded me of a poem I tried writing three Februarys ago that I named February in an Evening.
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Today, I have my father, mother and sister at home with me, it wasn’t so last Sunday, it won’t be so the next; this reminded me of a poem I tried writing three Februarys ago that I named February in an Evening.