And let it be playful too,
And if my soul ever grows bored,
Then Wind come and take it,
So that it may look down from above
On the world’s indolence,
And let it be forgotten –
Forgotten damn it –
Like last year’s forgotten snow.
From the desk of George A. Pappas
And let it be playful too,
And if my soul ever grows bored,
Then Wind come and take it,
So that it may look down from above
On the world’s indolence,
And let it be forgotten –
Forgotten damn it –
Like last year’s forgotten snow.
