Two poems by Sheila Jacob
Please read the amazing poetry.
Why I’m not a G.I.’s daughter
She didn’t mention his name or where
they met, if he wooed her with candy,
nylons, Saturday nights at the movies.
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Please read the amazing poetry.
Why I’m not a G.I.’s daughter
She didn’t mention his name or where
they met, if he wooed her with candy,
nylons, Saturday nights at the movies.
View original post 359 more words