The Unexplorer
Therewas a road ran past our houseToo lovely to explore.I asked my mother once—she saidThat if you followed where it ledIt brought you to the milk-man’s door.(That’s why I have not travelled more.)
Therewas a road ran past our houseToo lovely to explore.I asked my mother once—she saidThat if you followed where it ledIt brought you to the milk-man’s door.(That’s why I have not travelled more.)
Therewas a road ran past our houseToo lovely to explore.I asked my mother once—she saidThat if you followed where it ledIt brought you to the milk-man’s door.(That’s why I have not travelled more.)