Derriere
derriere...
the spirit spark within me laughs,
thinks when death does get his chance,
my mates be there with bulldust chaff,
for spirit wise, few bloody harps,
perhaps, i should have learned some craft,
but i don't bloody care :)
wingless without a prayer,
the wanderer is where?
some other bugger laughed...
you're on your derriere...
at last….
Don Johnson
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