Death by poetry? It happens all the time.
Cliff Ashby, who died last week, loved the natural world.
Poor Fredegond Shove. It doesn’t sound an auspicious name, though ‘shove’ rhymes, at the very least, with ‘love’.
The three high stripers for 2011 have been REVEALED!
I think poems and recipes have a lot in common. Sometimes they can even be combined.
Poetry is out to get me.
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