Heat
HEAT
WLM/KDW
Wildncrazy555
April 18, 2011
Waiting on the corner
Should we warn her
Of the approaching danger
Like a silent still ranger
She has been caught as a snitch
Out comes the evil, mean witch
We may to her have to slice
Into little pieces we love to dice
With a rock to her neck she will sink
After a while she will begin to stink
And no one will ever know
For through time she will never show
This is a terrible place
Which has fallen from all of God’s grace
We hope we may
Live through the day
And hope to always stay
To live another day
Copyright © William Moore | Year Posted 2011
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