In summer, lost
Fouls to bushes
And find them
Again in fall.
Spring mornings,
At mom’s,
(where no one shaved)
Soft toss alone
In blue fleece.
In summer, lost
Fouls to bushes
And find them
Again in fall.
Spring mornings,
At mom’s,
(where no one shaved)
Soft toss alone
In blue fleece.