Poem of the Day 10/12/20
The gentle tapping Of the rain on the rooftop As I lie, holding you
Author: E.H. Decker
E.H. Decker is the name of a pen, like Mark Twain, not A.T. Cross. Said pen belongs to a father of two writing between jobs on movies, parenting and obsessing over movies, tv, music, wine and words. Comments here are encouraged so long as you can be respectful to others and you have actually taken the time to read what you're commenting on.
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