My grandmother yells: "Them ashes—
Don't drop them on the floor!"
R.K. MUNKITTRICK.
WHAT I LIKE.
To lie with half-closed eyes, as in a dream,
Upon the grassy bank of some calm stream—
And smoke.
To climb with daring feet some rugged rock,
My grandmother yells: "Them ashes—
Don't drop them on the floor!"
R.K. MUNKITTRICK.
To lie with half-closed eyes, as in a dream,
Upon the grassy bank of some calm stream—
And smoke.
To climb with daring feet some rugged rock,