Poem by Amanda Tumminaro
Fiddlesticks! I will concede she had the upper hand at first (or always), but pronounce my last name like a crackling fire or that degree is wasted. I guess I [...]
Fiddlesticks! I will concede she had the upper hand at first (or always), but pronounce my last name like a crackling fire or that degree is wasted. I guess I [...]