Those evil voices I've ignored I'm starting to regret Cos those voices in my head got bored And formed a barbershop quartet.
poem by alan h
Birds have settled among the wires Like a stave of music notes. Song notation for avian choirs? Or just warming feet on invisible fires? and staving-off sore throats. Read more
Those evil voices I've ignored I'm starting to regret Cos those voices in my head got bored And formed a barbershop quartet. Read more