I run into you at the Farmer’s Market where you appear to not recognize me despite my waving and calling your name:
the knife grinder
laughs at us, asks–how long
have you two been married?
I run into you at the Farmer’s Market where you appear to not recognize me despite my waving and calling your name:
the knife grinder
laughs at us, asks–how long
have you two been married?
Hehe.. nice..