the post that goes nowhere:
the past, the present, the future: a £2 coin, underground fare, hyde park in the summertime with friends of great height and the young american girl with the guarded eyes.
singer sing me a given, singer sing me a song. everybody's looking on. there's time to teach, point to point, point observation, children carry reservations. london belongs to me. and you, of course. always.
No comments:
Post a Comment