The End
Hanging on the line Not enough sun to dry Gray breeze through my sleeves Blows early September Crimped shoulders crack Where the cold holds me back Summer is like a childhood I’ve outgrown _________Colleen Redman / Poets United
Hanging on the line Not enough sun to dry Gray breeze through my sleeves Blows early September Crimped shoulders crack Where the cold holds me back Summer is like a childhood I’ve outgrown _________Colleen Redman / Poets United