I bruised a knee when I ran I am living a life, the way I can I bruised a knee when I ran I am living a life, the way I can

There was once a speedy man, There was once a speedy man,

Where the wind comes from. Where the wind comes from.

This poem is about love for peaches and beaches This poem is about love for peaches and beaches

A distant echoed A softer murmur not my cats purr A distant echoed A softer murmur not my cats purr

Cruel summer, scorching heat has gone away, Cruel summer, scorching heat has gone away,