era of gratuitous inventions
beer can. It was beautiful as inevitable as the wine
Her Burp Was Music to My Ears
A windy day at the beach can only mean one thing: rolling falsies.
Melodic burps, baby pigs, and too-much-paint all color the landscape of this sprightly new volume by Cow Tipping Press. Her Burp Was Music to My Ears is a collection of humorous and heartfelt poems that will make you chuckle, reminisce, and reconsider your assumptions about people with disabilities.
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