“Another calendar page dries out, curls, blows away out the window and down to the street.”
Another calendar page dries out, curls, blows away out the window and down to the street.
Yeah, this feels about right.
"November seems odd/You're my firing squad/November"
I'm sure I'm not the only one. 1
"get word to April to rescue me" This song, and winter ales, are about the only wintery things I can get behind. Oh, and playing the saw. That's good all year long.
picking turnips with a stepladder
