Sunday is looming
The tree is so pale
I can't forget I bought that gift
It was for you and then
why on earth would I
Then you spoke and I lifted my eyes
Turtle riding was no great thrill
but the lift was appreciated
good son go far give more
Sunday is looming
I'll perish, but not before
I give this gift
I can't forget to give this.
After a long week, are you near done? Please have a chair if ye be curious. This is my second blog using Blogger. Bother with the day...the nasty feelings you have for me. How if, but what? This is where I might express more about all that.
