It was a hot June night in 1943, and Frances Angermayer could not sleep. So, she arose after midnight, went to her typewriter, and — in 20 minutes — wrote what was to become the most famous poem of ...
Like any ol’ jeep, he’s a workhorse, Grinding along as he goes. He’s her jeep. The Post Bulletin publishes poetry by local and area writers every Tuesday. Send poems to [email protected] with the ...
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