03-19-2023, 09:37 AM
Breadcrumbs
the shrew on my shoulder
assures me with a lisp
that winter hath dug its heels
into the softening earth
and cannot be moved
I'll feed it no longer
the shrew on my shoulder
assures me with a lisp
that winter hath dug its heels
into the softening earth
and cannot be moved
I'll feed it no longer