"Every year I write a Valentine poem for my husband, Charter Weeks. The drab, cold month of February, however, is not terribly conducive to romantic notions, so sometimes my thoughts turn to the darker side of deep love: the specter of loss."Valentine
Familiar enemies have wiped out the flock of Barred Rocks,
from Portsmouth Herald News: Poems from the Portsmouth Poetry Hoot
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