My Warrior Ww
My friend, my soup buddy, my W.W.
He called me Little Wing and I would sign L.W.
I just now heard of this great mans passing
His talent shall never be heard again
I will miss him more then anyone could understand
He was my W.W.
We will meet again one day W.W.
Singing off
L.W.
Copyright © Bobby May | Year Posted 2020
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