Corners Blunt and Blue

Corners blunt and blue a hardened mold to meet carry baggage seldom seen a soap box on the street Borden's white dare to fade a peddler pulled the page farmers daughter drawing near soon to become of age Streets still hold her beat in calls that thrill the ear reached echos and passing feet smoke has disappeared Decades do loom and roam here tomorrow is standing still memories that found a home weathered, dustmen mill