There Are Certain Things #4
In this city that often cradles rain, two dogs
define the gist of comfort. One on top,
the other below. A group of uniformed students
laughs at them, cusses. There seems to be
no moral in this romance.
In this city that often cradles rain, two dogs
define the gist of comfort. One on top,
the other below. A group of uniformed students
laughs at them, cusses. There seems to be
no moral in this romance.
