Winter’s Treat.
Stock the empty shelfs for winter
And serve any who’ll enter
through that crispy door
Stock the empty shelfs for winter
And serve any who’ll enter
through that crispy door
Solemn in my heart is a sweet flame That failed to tell its name One I had unwittingly known Till I was fully grown. She’s but every mans folly Even those whom deem so Holy. By her the wisest lost their wit Yet many want a touch of it But …