Edgar Oliver reads his poem, The Moon. I'll take that down shortly, but it's appropriate for now. How I love him!
Purchase "The Hermit and Other Poems" here. My favorite is In Prospect Park, in case you wondered.
And a night bird is singing constantly outside my window. I don't know how it has the strength. It goes for hours. Rogue night birds need to live farther away.
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