Betsy Mars
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for my mother
She sang to me,
my funny valentine —
maybe as much
as either of us
ever knew of love.
Betsy Mars writes poetry in the night by the light of her cat’s eyes.
for my mother
She sang to me,
my funny valentine —
maybe as much
as either of us
ever knew of love.
Betsy Mars writes poetry in the night by the light of her cat’s eyes.