Yet This Be Said
OH TO GOD
THAT MIGHT MY TROUBLIN
BE DONE
AS TO WHAT
THE EDGES ARE FURTHER
REPEALS OF TIMES
WHEN ALL WAS DISTURTED
OH MY GOD
WHAT HAS SHE DONE
SPEAK OF LOVE
THEN MIGHT THE BRANCHES WITHER
INDECRETITION
OF LOVERS PAST
SHE SPEAKS OF MOST
AS IT'S IN DECRIPTION
SHE METS NEW MEN
AND WHO WAS FIRST
IS LAST
Copyright © Allan Terry | Year Posted 2018
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