Dead Men Whistle For the Cool Breeze
The soul in my dead man whistles when you pass.
Is it asking for too much,to stick around and make it last?
...Was is it you or just a cool breeze?
...Oh, the feeling of a cool breeze.
Copyright © Angelo Pierre Louis | Year Posted 2016
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