gully walkers we
what time no trees chickadee’d
very brown creepers
eyed forget it now
too tangl’d wee stumblings
knot to messquito
my shoe no yours is
that mine where is won’t fit through
‘Spot…he’s digging pits…’
Poetry
gully walkers we
what time no trees chickadee’d
very brown creepers
eyed forget it now
too tangl’d wee stumblings
knot to messquito
my shoe no yours is
that mine where is won’t fit through
‘Spot…he’s digging pits…’