Laying in white folds and wishing
To be paid by mail. He will see the wooden pin glued to our white box.
A pin that no longer snaps nor springs down to lock its soft splintered jaws.
It works with what it has not trying
To be what it once was when it hung
And sprung more then its weight of wet clothing in the yard.
Dec 10, 2024
Dec 10, 2024 at 11:47 AM UTC
Laying in white folds and wishing
To be paid by mail. He will see the wooden pin glued to our white box.
A pin that no longer snaps nor springs down to lock its soft splintered jaws.
It works with what it has not trying
To be what it once was when it hung
And sprung more then its weight of wet clothing in the yard.
