Sometimes I just haven’t Got the heart to read or write. I sit down with pen or book And my mind is overtaken by The darkness of the news— By the hate and violence All around us. Sometimes I’m over…
Source: For Wendell on his birthday
Sometimes I just haven’t Got the heart to read or write. I sit down with pen or book And my mind is overtaken by The darkness of the news— By the hate and violence All around us. Sometimes I’m over…
Source: For Wendell on his birthday