I sought fit words to paint the blackest face of woe [...] Oft turning others’ leaves, to see if thence would flow Some fresh and fruitful showers upon my sun-burn’d brain. But words came halting forth [...] Thus, great with child to speak, and helpless in my throes, Biting my truant pen, beating myself for [...]
Christina A. Nelson {Author}
Writin' to live and livin' to write!
Read, Write, Prosper.
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