another poem for Grace
Thousands of years of star tracking
All coming down to you
Scrunching your nose at where that
Red, ugly man stills in the lion
and saying, "Ew."
--Us, realizing he'll be right on our Sun and Midheaven
Thousands of years of star tracking
All coming down to you
Scrunching your nose at where that
Red, ugly man stills in the lion
and saying, "Ew."
--Us, realizing he'll be right on our Sun and Midheaven