Labor Ye Til the Storm
What nights speak thee mine
That the sun warms the
atmosphere of our
togetherness
That your beauty seduces me
and your warm cultured manner
invites my battered soul
What words of concernment
speaks the woman
The Red Tornado has been in
control
Damnest thee that nature hast
consumed what was
What is to be is
Of these consumed men
that that nature hast take Rd
control.
Good times and bad
this ground now cursed
from doom
Nights are tired from
what had labored men
there works to be consumed!
Copyright © Allan Terry | Year Posted 2022
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