all that's coming
some of it downhill
a lot from the trees
but no point whingeing
it's the lawless way
you could lose everything
& I will fall from grace
as many times as the rain
the ground no longer moist
so I land hard again
some birds hit the dirt
let's make another poem
"and I will fall from grace
ReplyDeleteas many times as the rain" I love that.
(....and it makes me want to meet grace!)
She's everywhere, Gillian! :)
Deletewho's them?
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