Winter afternoons, bored in math, I’d ask to go downstairs to talk with you, As if I knew exactly who you were. You had a corner office off the library And a job I never exactly understood, And a desk that was too small for you. The chin beard suggested
The Impersonator
The Impersonator
The Impersonator
Winter afternoons, bored in math, I’d ask to go downstairs to talk with you, As if I knew exactly who you were. You had a corner office off the library And a job I never exactly understood, And a desk that was too small for you. The chin beard suggested