Late For the Day
Too late for words I need to say
Not knowing the length of our highway
That turns into mountains of clay
When your hardened walk goes astray.
Contest of Juli-Michelle--- Rhyme Battle 2
Copyright © Franco Gonza | Year Posted 2013
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