Her Last Yak
Her voice I hear it
Yak yak yak
The murmur of my past
Yak yak yak
Days I wish to come back
Yak yak yak
Her voice never fell flat
Yak yak yak
On that vary chair she sat
Yak yak yak
Words where her power one I desire.
If I could I would bring back her yak
I run through my mind her last chit chat
Her last yak
(sounds familiar contest)
Copyright © Danielle Lynn | Year Posted 2010
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