A little meal of angel hair,
A skillet on the stove,
A glass of something red, a book,
And safe within my cove
I settle down to read about
This town in nineteen-twenty —
I may have had some better meals,
But I can’t name
Too many
Other People's Feelings
A little meal of angel hair,
A skillet on the stove,
A glass of something red, a book,
And safe within my cove
I settle down to read about
This town in nineteen-twenty —
I may have had some better meals,
But I can’t name
Too many