MR. GARDENER:
She cracks a joke
about the music playing in this cafe where I’m sitting,
Waiting for the morning fog to clear,
Between my ears,
(K)
Friday 25th December
Karl Hyde
MR. GARDENER:
She cracks a joke
about the music playing in this cafe where I’m sitting,
Waiting for the morning fog to clear,
Between my ears,
(K)
Karl Hyde 