Chip Remains
the shoulder chip remains,
the world disdains,
till the casket thinks its over,
and we come together, cant explain,
just some ancient tale of lovers,
with just the smell of rain,
sweet rolling in the clover,
perchance again,
not over till its ova,
return my angel swain,
though i be daed an slain,
when a new century past october,
i will wait again :)
just johnson reborn,
the rover,
too early 2 explain....
Don
Copyright © Don Johnson | Year Posted 2013
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