Dawn touches the sky with her rosy fingers, and I realize that I forgot to put the bin out. I turn on the radio, and the news is full of stories about powerful men with fragile egos catapulting the world
Dawn touches the sky with her rosy fingers, and I realize that I forgot to put the bin out. I turn on the radio, and the news is full of stories about powerful men with fragile egos catapulting the world
<iframe src="https://statesidedaily.com/embed/cluster/65ad07e54bf946ffdbcbb982f82aa0ca2b67756e" width="100%" height="320" style="border:0;max-width:680px" loading="lazy" title="A Chorus of Poets: On the Possible Existence of Multiple Homers"></iframe>