day 30: inside jokes
I want to write an April wrap-up poem today as well, but for now I have this little thing:
Though I will love you
Through tattered robes
And toast sandwiches,
If you could, my love,
If you would, my dear,
Keep your socks out of my tea.
Though I will love you
Through tattered robes
And toast sandwiches,
If you could, my love,
If you would, my dear,
Keep your socks out of my tea.