April 27 by Susan Cowger 1 Comment She dislikes numbers: a black hole with specs like stars, continuously sucked in, heavy, out of sight. Except zero, outside it all, holding all possibility like hope. *
Craig and Bethany says April 29, 2011 at 4:55 pm Oh, I just LOVE how the pic enlarges the poem in this one. Perfectly! Now, if only all the soldiers could hop back in the egg! Reply
Oh, I just LOVE how the pic enlarges the poem in this one. Perfectly! Now, if only all the soldiers could hop back in the egg!