The Man
By Douglas C
Blue as a night sky is his coat
Always waiting to be played with
Smooth as cold hard metal
Smells like sawdust on a summer breeze
Carved wooden Tin Tin
Longs for its home
Longs for its friend
Blue as a night sky is his coat
Always waiting to be played with
Smooth as cold hard metal
Smells like sawdust on a summer breeze
Carved wooden Tin Tin
Longs for its home
Longs for its friend