Dec 2020
Your greedy hands
Ripped the glasses off my face
Now I see how you are
No rose-colored shades in the way
I see clearer now
Through I must say
You're still one to look at
Ripped the glasses off my face
Now I see how you are
No rose-colored shades in the way
I see clearer now
Through I must say
You're still one to look at
A poem every day
7/9/20
7/9/20
