Three Cords
A performance of the arts
Music to the core of my soul
Butter as smooth as a gun shoot
Of a whisper I don’t know
Whence you came
To the rescue of my sorrow
Your domain
Although my peril
You thrive in its majesty
But still I swoop in
To the purity
Of home grown bread
Copyright © Apolo Amai | Year Posted 2013
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