Please hang my raincoat. I guess that I'll stay a while. While I wait on the return. It seems the distance you've made. Has since lost its meaning. Meanwhile, I've meant to ration my thoughts.
The furnace burns, the baby turns. She cries when she's hungry. The morning paper will knock the door. To interrupt their slumbers. . Are you satisfied tonight, oh, trader's wife?.
Your gentleman caller,. Well, he's been calling on another. He loves his forbidden fruit.. And as it dribbles down his chin. He cries, "baby, I've been drinking with some friends! now how 'bout a little kiss...".
The days are spent. chatting amongst the workers. of how cold it is outside,. not to mention their greatest fears. like finding their children neglected and naked.
The days are spent. chatting amongst the workers. of how cold it is outside,. not to mention their greatest fears. like finding their children neglected and naked.