05-11-2021, 08:09 AM
Poems keep me sane
I dreamed I was Harpo at his grapefruit ranch
The grapefruits were good that year
Now they tell me Picnic at Hanging Rock is fiction
I dreamed I was Harpo at his grapefruit ranch
My secret nymph was mowing the yard in her swimsuit
Now they tell me Picnic at Hanging Rock is fiction
Outside of that, life is a can of peaches
My secret nymph was mowing the yard in her swimsuit
In dreams I walk and talk to her
Outside of that, life is a can of peaches
Unopened, like a captured dawn
In dreams I walk and talk to her
The grapefruits were good that year
Unopened, like a captured dawn
Poems keep me sane
I dreamed I was Harpo at his grapefruit ranch
The grapefruits were good that year
Now they tell me Picnic at Hanging Rock is fiction
I dreamed I was Harpo at his grapefruit ranch
My secret nymph was mowing the yard in her swimsuit
Now they tell me Picnic at Hanging Rock is fiction
Outside of that, life is a can of peaches
My secret nymph was mowing the yard in her swimsuit
In dreams I walk and talk to her
Outside of that, life is a can of peaches
Unopened, like a captured dawn
In dreams I walk and talk to her
The grapefruits were good that year
Unopened, like a captured dawn
Poems keep me sane