It Is Over, She Sung
To wit with rhyme and meter chime as the battle ensues refuse Do it smith, crime and cheaters chyme as the rattle excuses suffuse The mind striking the kind Viking thinking a bit odd this a rod The binds riding the wind vying linking acquits awed, bliss a God has the entity wiz vanished as the enemy is vanquished
Copyright © John Beam | Year Posted 2014
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