They come to visit.
I say to them, ‘I wish there was a library here.’
They tell me, tell themselves, how good things are but there is nothing for me to do
and I think, if they burned my toast and gave it to me, I could scrape the black but they
come to visit, so I say, ‘Yes, things are good here.’
I say to them, ‘I wish there was a library here.’
They tell me, tell themselves, how good things are but there is nothing for me to do
and I think, if they burned my toast and gave it to me, I could scrape the black but they
come to visit, so I say, ‘Yes, things are good here.’