Out we go from the stoic, red brick school it’s 1920 doors creaking on brass hinges now yawning open housing scholars for almost a hundred…
Out we go from the stoic, red brick school it’s 1920 doors creaking on brass hinges now yawning open housing scholars for almost a hundred…
The snow cascades from Puffy gray clouds Shrouding over The softly spun ice Drifting out ceaselessly These quiet frozen streets Become big and furry Wapping…
When the girls come out In red fishnet stockings A motley drill team Of mismatched legs The curtain call Brings forth their dim-lit days In…