It gets dark at 4:30 p.m. Hell, it’s even cold outside.
And now it is 4:15 a.m. and the rooster is confused. He’s crowing somewhere nearby. In his brain it is 5:15 a.m. and who am I to say the poor bastard is wrong.
It gets dark at 4:30 p.m. Hell, it’s even cold outside.
And now it is 4:15 a.m. and the rooster is confused. He’s crowing somewhere nearby. In his brain it is 5:15 a.m. and who am I to say the poor bastard is wrong.
