by Ethel Mortenson Davis
Tonight, black cricket,
if you sing your golden song,
you can have my room.
by Ethel Mortenson Davis
Tonight, black cricket,
if you sing your golden song,
you can have my room.
Filed under Ethel Mortenson Davis, poems, Poetry
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He is a great poet! Ethel
Ethel, this is delightful!