Sonnet 371
The peanut crunchers stood at Sylvia’s grave, So to speak, Birthday Letters... Sign in to see full entry.
The Daily Sonnet: Sonnet 371
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A daily sonnet, brought to you by Tony. Just fourteen little lines in which I cover as much ground, if not more, than most self-help books do in a chapter. And these sonnets will help you. Take them daily, like your vitamin pills.
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