Don't talk, or walk anymore at my fore.
Such a tired stalk is a bore.
Remember what the lines made with chalk are for.
Not a boundary, but a door.
A sign there declares how the wares truly fare:
"Ever more does the silence dare."
Such a tired stalk is a bore.
Remember what the lines made with chalk are for.
Not a boundary, but a door.
A sign there declares how the wares truly fare:
"Ever more does the silence dare."