Winterscore ©
Tuesday, June 4, 2024
Sorry for the sadness
Sorry for the sadness
Not sitting beside me
Branches high in the trees
And every meal for free
Moments perhaps minutes
Like a winter fireside
But eyes outside the frame
And the jaw open wide
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