March 23, 2007

The Sunday Poem: Illinois Poet Bruce Guernsey on Moss

Mothers and fathers grow accustomed to being asked by young children, “What’s that?” Thus parents relearn the world by having to explain things they haven’t thought about in years.Comment

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