The gift
Reblogged from 20 Lines A Day:
I’m waiting for the lady that runs by
She’s always in her running shorts and top
She runs to where the purple asters lie
And then she has a breather and some pop.
She’ll go and catch her death of cold you know
‘Cos she runs every day, come rain or sun.
There’s some days when she didn’t ought to go…












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