Poem: The World Series in October
By: Danny P. Barbare
Sitting
in
the
lounge
chair
by
the
fire
place
watching
the
World
Series
on
a
cold
October
night
eating
a
pumpkin
cookie
and
sipping
on
sweet
apple
cider.
By: Danny P. Barbare
Sitting
in
the
lounge
chair
by
the
fire
place
watching
the
World
Series
on
a
cold
October
night
eating
a
pumpkin
cookie
and
sipping
on
sweet
apple
cider.
