Loni-Lesson Mine
yet we exist and do our time,
no matter what was the bloody crime,
before we came into this world,
soon after we were bloody hurled,
down the birth canal of rhyme,
be a better man they chime,
your fate remains unfurled,
until your end of time,
7th level so sublime.
Don
re: Dr Ram " Faces of Loneliness"
Copyright © Don Johnson | Year Posted 2013
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