When I was writing pretty poor poetry, this girl with midnight black hair told me to go on. – Carl Sandburg
Let the gentle bush dig its root deep and spread upward to split the boulder. – Carl Sandburg
When I was writing pretty poor poetry, this girl with midnight black hair told me to go on. – Carl Sandburg
Let the gentle bush dig its root deep and spread upward to split the boulder. – Carl Sandburg
I never made a mistake in grammar but one in my life and as soon as I done it I seen it. – Carl Sandburg