A Long Branch Song
Some days in May, little stars
Winked all over the ocean. The blue
Barely changed all morning and afternoon:
The chimes of the bankโs bronze clock;
The hoarse voice of Cookie, hawking
The Daily Record for thirty-five years
A Long Branch Song
Some days in May, little stars
Winked all over the ocean. The blue
Barely changed all morning and afternoon:
The chimes of the bankโs bronze clock;
The hoarse voice of Cookie, hawking
The Daily Record for thirty-five years