QUIET DAY
IT WAS A TURNED DOWN DAY
A QUIET ROUNDED CORNER KIND OF DAY
NOTHING TO DO NOWHERE TO GO
ALL DAY TO DO IT
I GUESS YOU MIGHT CALL IT A STARING DAY
IT'S SURPRISING
HOW FAR YOU CAN SEE INTO THE WOODS
ON A WINTER'S DAY
HOW EACH TREE STANDS OUT UNIQUELY AS ITS SELF
HOW ONE CROW CALL CAN BRING UP ECHOES OF LONELINESS
WATCHING THE ICE FISHERMEN ON THE LAKE
SEE THE SKATERS GLIDE GRACEFULLY OR FALL DOWN
WALK ON THE LAKE
SOMEHOW A PART OF THEM YET ALONE
JUST A TURNED DOWN DAY
JUST A QUIET ROUNDED CORNER STARING NOWHERE
DAY
FRANK A VOLLMER
IT WAS A TURNED DOWN DAY
A QUIET ROUNDED CORNER KIND OF DAY
NOTHING TO DO NOWHERE TO GO
ALL DAY TO DO IT
I GUESS YOU MIGHT CALL IT A STARING DAY
IT'S SURPRISING
HOW FAR YOU CAN SEE INTO THE WOODS
ON A WINTER'S DAY
HOW EACH TREE STANDS OUT UNIQUELY AS ITS SELF
HOW ONE CROW CALL CAN BRING UP ECHOES OF LONELINESS
WATCHING THE ICE FISHERMEN ON THE LAKE
SEE THE SKATERS GLIDE GRACEFULLY OR FALL DOWN
WALK ON THE LAKE
SOMEHOW A PART OF THEM YET ALONE
JUST A TURNED DOWN DAY
JUST A QUIET ROUNDED CORNER STARING NOWHERE
DAY
FRANK A VOLLMER
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