She learned to cartwheel on this grass
In the days that she thought I was wonderful
Which I am not and never was, except
To the degree that her thinking it
Made me so
Cartwheel
She learned to cartwheel on this grass
In the days that she thought I was wonderful
Which I am not and never was, except
To the degree that her thinking it
Made me so
I like this poem,
It really has a punch at the end.
Nice photo tooo.