Reaching lower
Far out this morn
In the cold so forlorn..
Stiff temperatures not bending
Go easy, message sending.
Go easy today.
It will be better.
Finish winter then spring will come on.
We’ll find our way.
poetry - jack sender - all of my life
Reaching lower
Far out this morn
In the cold so forlorn..
Stiff temperatures not bending
Go easy, message sending.
Go easy today.
It will be better.
Finish winter then spring will come on.
We’ll find our way.
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