1625. Short story with a long tale

We lived in real poverty. New York in the 30’s. But my mother had  a biography of da vinci.  She wanted me to love poetry so she bought a very cheap edition with many poems, but the printer chose paper that was too short so the last stanza was missing on each page. I had to  make them up to finish the poem so I kearned what those writers could do in order to do what I could do.

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