Sunflower
We want walking to the Farmer’s Market on a freshly-made morning And the muscians were dropping their scatter of silver notes And the jams glowed in their jars And the lettuces spread their frills like flowers.
We want walking to the Farmer’s Market on a freshly-made morning And the muscians were dropping their scatter of silver notes And the jams glowed in their jars And the lettuces spread their frills like flowers.