It’s Sunday lunchtime,
with chicken soup, olive rolls,
and good company.
The map is now lost,
and the last survivor is gone,
who can recall where.
I dig the garden,
hoping to discover it,
but just dig up dirt.
As complex as simple is.
It’s Sunday lunchtime,
with chicken soup, olive rolls,
and good company.
The map is now lost,
and the last survivor is gone,
who can recall where.
I dig the garden,
hoping to discover it,
but just dig up dirt.