1) Will the weeds rise up to glorious applause from the garden when we are all dead? My mother wants to know from her comfy chair by the window. 2)I swallowed the southern cross It was above the City Library 3)His beard is…
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
1) Will the weeds rise up to glorious applause from the garden when we are all dead? My mother wants to know from her comfy chair by the window. 2)I swallowed the southern cross It was above the City Library 3)His beard is…