‘The crows of course fly
before the albatrosses
two years evermore…’
You don’t knock the door,
you don’t look out the window,
no-1 shall be there…
altho’, regardless…
no matter where the arras,
there is a forest
Poetry
‘The crows of course fly
before the albatrosses
two years evermore…’
You don’t knock the door,
you don’t look out the window,
no-1 shall be there…
altho’, regardless…
no matter where the arras,
there is a forest
oh well no one has to be there, but snow doesn’t shovel itself. : )
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Just propped up somewhere…stagehand,
it mustn’t all fall down…
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