Building
he told me to be careful,
my feet may bleed
I watched him walk up and down the path,
occasionally bending
why?
carpenter nails, pieces of broken shingles
all along the path
now I know why
my feet may bleed
I watched him walk up and down the path,
occasionally bending
why?
carpenter nails, pieces of broken shingles
all along the path
now I know why
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Building--on experience? Nice. *
yes, Beate, it is one horror.
I like the sleek form, Estelle. Good images.
thanks so much Sam. Hope they finish this building soon. Driving me nuts.
Well put together.
thanks Matthew, sorry to be so late