Poetry by Kay Foskey Ricks

I remember him working at his regular job and still coming home and working on the farm until it was dark. He always made sure we had everything we needed.
Votes: 53   

Rating: 4.11

Published: Jun 2007
Reminiscing about love
Votes: 57   

Rating: 4.33

Published: Jan 2008


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