Finding the Lines

Underwood Typewriter- Fionn Regan

The roots go deep below ground
I like to walk with you in the evening
Up the hill and back down
I watch the mailboat from the clearing

My mind is so confused, I climb back on top of you
And I'm changing the ribbons in this old underwood
Step put of your dress and I'll wear you like a hood
For a hood is a home
for someone who lives alone

I draw a line from A to B and what happens in between
It is an open mystery as far as I can see

My mind is so confused, I climb back on top of you
And I'm changing the ribbons in this old underwood
Step put of your dress and I'll wear you like a hood
For a hood is a home

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So Summer has ended just as quickly as it began. Can't really find the words or the stories to sum it up.

I find myself unfazed by the load but daunted by the presence.

Fall is Autumn:

I see leaves change
Temperatures Slow
Dusk Fast
A new pace.