fridge poem
Your vow with the night slander
May cry autumn mornings after
Or before he curses those under
His ship woes farewell may be thunder
Where none come through near summer
Soon produced a voiding manner
Never has she seen him loathsome
Discontent, is that the question?
May cry autumn mornings after
Or before he curses those under
His ship woes farewell may be thunder
Where none come through near summer
Soon produced a voiding manner
Never has she seen him loathsome
Discontent, is that the question?