Desolation

Desolation Ole Johnson ate the bitter seed, of death and desolation, His lady gone yes indeed, the pain of separation, the Reaper slashed and she was gone, Sweet Sue had left the room, heart massage failed, pathetic, forlorn, to bring back her sweet tune, just death there in the gloom, at 8am she had a fall, was reaching for me, tried, hoisting her up I was, she made a valiant try, and gasping there she died, gasping there she died :{ Don Johnson
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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