Bobby Mhor
Legendary Member
- Location
- Behind You
Another grey, dismal morning outside,
I can hear the swish of tyres...
the pitter patter of rain off the window,
an earlier call of 'Dad, where's my umbrella?'
as if I used it.
but hey,
a fine morning to ya
I can hear the swish of tyres...
the pitter patter of rain off the window,
an earlier call of 'Dad, where's my umbrella?'
as if I used it.
but hey,
a fine morning to ya
