Melancoly
melancoly sombre sits,
round my concious half of wit,
but then im not awake, tom tit,(finch)
and cold consumes the night,
i think you got it write,
when im awake a bit,
id now admit,
a poetry delight,
of: ' Alone Again' Terry O'Leary
Don
Copyright © Don Johnson | Year Posted 2012
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