July
Death
Is here,
At the door
With boiling arms
And macabre charms
To lend a gnarly hand
And escort my life away,
On an exclusive one-way trip
Through July hell ‘til it sheds its grip,
Halting when through the Pearly Gates I slip.
Copyright © David Drowley | Year Posted 2023
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