november morning
November morning
who needs their socks mended
Remember inside my shop
the ruinous rain pouring in
we blessed the cement we bought
The moon swallows us all
each new day is like the old
Im wearing out my rod
November morning you bring me down
Copyright © Antony Glaser | Year Posted 2024
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