Blog by Hannah Frank
It's time to make up for lost time
it's cold outside of the door
I scribbled a rhyme on the paper
hoping you'd forget it on the floor
but you swooped down like a hawk
and stole the tail of the mouse
I ran inside of the wall
I was in my own house.
I don't know how I noticed it was you your hat was pulled down over your face Fog rolled in by the train station and the morning boats p...