B28-P5-With Out The
POEM 5 WITH OUT THE
WITH OUT THE CITY FALLS ASLEEP SOFTLY,
WITH OUT THE COLOR DISAPPEARS SLOWLY.
WITH OUT THE TREES FORGET THE BLOW IN THE WIND.
WITH OUT THE NIGHT IS NOT THE SAME HOLDING YOU IN MY ARMS..
MR. PROFESSOR. JERRY”BIG PAPA” WELLS
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Copyright © Jerry Wells | Year Posted 2018
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