Lemonade The summer sun beats stlclcy on my baok as I strain to lift my band.
I smell tbe exbaust as you baok out of
my
and I wave my iron
My
life
will.
tight-lipped smile
looks with key the words
I know 111
say.
Off you go to oonquer in I go for lemonade.
--Angela Peach
life,
