Promise of warm this afternoon.
Are you in the mood to wait?
We saw it pass.
Was on the slate.
Turn the levers
Wake them up.
It’s the full count,
bottoms up.
poetry - jack sender - all of my life
Promise of warm this afternoon.
Are you in the mood to wait?
We saw it pass.
Was on the slate.
Turn the levers
Wake them up.
It’s the full count,
bottoms up.
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