Nov 2012
Foe of several eras, why do ye love?
Dirt is ruinous to be here, near sky.
Get out, get out, O temptress, you’re no Dove.
You’re a scourge to the eye.
Dirt is ruinous to be here, near sky.
Get out, get out, O temptress, you’re no Dove.
You’re a scourge to the eye.
