Alone
A SOLITARY GULL WAILS A HAUNTED CRY THE MOONLIGHT IS A FLOODING A MIDNIGHT SKY . I CANNOT SEE AM I GOING BLIND I CONSULT MY DOCTOR AND HE CHANGES MY MIND .AND HEAR ALSO YOU MAY SEE THE REASONS WHY THE LOSER THE LOVER AND JUST LIKE FOOLS WE DIE .IM IN A DREAM BUT YET NOT ASLEEP THEN IN A MOMENT LAUGH THEN I DECIDE TO WEEP .
Copyright © Richard Ellison | Year Posted 2019
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