Now we adapt without fear.
White sky in clouds
Driveway is curing.
No one out after eight.
Clean and neat,
This day is slow,
A real treat
There’s nowhere to go.
Take some time,
Walking slowly,
Keep in line,
Holy moly
poetry - jack sender - all of my life
Now we adapt without fear.
White sky in clouds
Driveway is curing.
No one out after eight.
Clean and neat,
This day is slow,
A real treat
There’s nowhere to go.
Take some time,
Walking slowly,
Keep in line,
Holy moly
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