From the bench we bit
Our tongues until sharp;
In despair we hit
The lyre and a harp.
On the stump you thumb
Your nose at our choir.
Out of spite you strum
The harp or a lyre.
Nathan Dueck‘s latest book is he’ll.
From the bench we bit
Our tongues until sharp;
In despair we hit
The lyre and a harp.
On the stump you thumb
Your nose at our choir.
Out of spite you strum
The harp or a lyre.
Nathan Dueck‘s latest book is he’ll.