| Show Literature re of the heart C. C Angus Simonson Scream Tears screaming Going rolling To the place they fear most Your empty side of the bed S Sweet Winter Winter- i Ah at last Sweet winter I curse thee Only because I am with child And you are areA areA areA A bitter man No Title- Title I walk too slow You move too fast Cant Can't you slow down Just long enough To see where youre you're at No Title of life Slice the winds of bread And place them Cautiously On our cheap plates For dinner We eat inflation Nov 5 1978 |
