Greyhounds Have you seen those women? The confident ones? The ones who boldly stride. Like greyhounds they race past my garden. As I Barefoot Heavy breasted Kneel for the pulling of weeds.
Greyhounds Have you seen those women? The confident ones? The ones who boldly stride. Like greyhounds they race past my garden. As I Barefoot Heavy breasted Kneel for the pulling of weeds.
Pamela,
I really like this poem!
Stephen