I bruised a knee when I ran I am living a life, the way I can I bruised a knee when I ran I am living a life, the way I can
There was once a speedy man, There was once a speedy man,
Where the wind comes from. Where the wind comes from.
This poem is about love for peaches and beaches This poem is about love for peaches and beaches
A distant echoed A softer murmur not my cats purr A distant echoed A softer murmur not my cats purr
Cruel summer, scorching heat has gone away, Cruel summer, scorching heat has gone away,