Poem by Bruce McRae
Travelling Salesman Last of his kind, the world having changed greatly, mopping his brow in the heat, adjusting his soup-stained tie before coming to call upon the widow, the housewife, [...]
Travelling Salesman Last of his kind, the world having changed greatly, mopping his brow in the heat, adjusting his soup-stained tie before coming to call upon the widow, the housewife, [...]