conscious living poetry journal
Poetry in Search of Meaning
Tuesday, July 29, 2003
The birds and the bees...
"My father told me all about the birds and the bees, the liar - I went steady with a woodpecker till I was twenty-one."
-Bob Hope
(We will miss him.)
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