what a strong time for beams
shooting straight to my wall
over fields and trees, across
yesterday's fallen snow, frozen
stiff, cold with nowhere to go.
beam on will ya. shine in.
afternoon sun we'll take you
a few hours. beam in lovely.
you're ours.
poetry - jack sender - all of my life
what a strong time for beams
shooting straight to my wall
over fields and trees, across
yesterday's fallen snow, frozen
stiff, cold with nowhere to go.
beam on will ya. shine in.
afternoon sun we'll take you
a few hours. beam in lovely.
you're ours.
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