iron carriage frocks
hand held fold a steamer trunk
we’ll take a canteen
hang it a fence post
when the wires are surmount
nor a smith busy
a blue cavalcade
thunder rolling on the plains
Bibi, ‘…no kindlin’…’
Poetry
iron carriage frocks
hand held fold a steamer trunk
we’ll take a canteen
hang it a fence post
when the wires are surmount
nor a smith busy
a blue cavalcade
thunder rolling on the plains
Bibi, ‘…no kindlin’…’