Past
to change the past,
erase the line,
write happy words ,
erase the crime,
to dwell on hurt,
burnt acid time,
with alas alack,
i'm doing fine?
or am i?
methinks we are here to suffer,
at different levels, for our souls rhyme???
good luck mate...
Don
Copyright © Don Johnson | Year Posted 2014
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