The asthmatics behind me are not asthmatics / That was wrong of me to suggest / But they do shuffle and breathe heavy / Like they think Jerry will hear them and stop
These poems illuminate a life of family-a life of love and loss: jobs worked, kids born and raised, love's passions and ebbs, failures and successes, the big moments and the small, the dreams and the nightmares.
Ik heb een vraag over het boek:
‘Birds at the Post Office - Zuras, Richard Lee’.
Vul het onderstaande formulier in.
We zullen zo spoedig mogelijk antwoorden.
