Within the image was a time
As complicated as is now;
We story-tell and so forget,
And say those times were simple —
But those who still remember know
That hard and hate are part of life
An even loving summers come
With every human
Pimple
Within the image was a time
As complicated as is now;
We story-tell and so forget,
And say those times were simple —
But those who still remember know
That hard and hate are part of life
An even loving summers come
With every human
Pimple