Sun sings low redat the horizon, you stringtwinkly lites arounda grand piano on your front lawn.I don’t know you, but haveforgotten how to dance.May I join?
For my own occasional music prompt to the Real Toads: Working On That
Sun sings low redat the horizon, you stringtwinkly lites arounda grand piano on your front lawn.I don’t know you, but haveforgotten how to dance.May I join?