140.
Tall firs in Spring,
Don’t wait for an epitomy.
You are the very thing indeed.
141.
I am the door
That I will walk through
In hues of orange and blue.
140.
Tall firs in Spring,
Don’t wait for an epitomy.
You are the very thing indeed.
141.
I am the door
That I will walk through
In hues of orange and blue.
