Perhaps
Perhaps
that love flies by on silver wings
what hurts the most is how it stings
but rise we must for love it brings
us lonely little ding a lings...
supporting words are ever sought
prattling of some brighter thought
round and round it rattles till
the keyboard forms and words instil
love you mate and I ain’t bent
you be a shiela heaven sent
Don Johnson
Copyright © Don Johnson | Year Posted 2011
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