This street is named for flowers. It's barren, hot and gray. And shadows wheel on iron heels. And move along their way. The light that soothes me evening.
You don't need my Christmas cards. You already have my heart. This has been a holiday romance. Right from the very start. . For we know how to spend the time.
The policemen broke my door down. Dragged me from my bed. I asked them what was happening. They just ignored the words I said. . They waved their guns in my face.