TITLE

Papo, Who'd Wanted to Be an Artist

AUTHOR(S)
Ayala, Naomi
PUB. DATE
January 2007
SOURCE
Wind Shifts;2007, p33
SOURCE TYPE
Book
DOC. TYPE
Poem
ABSTRACT
The poem "Papo, Who'd Wanted to Be an Artist" by Naomi Ayala is presented. First Line: Papo, lying on a Divine Street bench, Last Line: He had been waiting politely.
ACCESSION #
79990433

 

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