
An England poem
When I think of England,
I think of us,
eating pizza at a round table in the back corner of the pub,
listening to Sweet Disposition
on the radio.
Writings and wanders
When I think of England,
I think of us,
eating pizza at a round table in the back corner of the pub,
listening to Sweet Disposition
on the radio.
I had about a week and a half and all of Wales to get through.