Hope is a graveyard littered with fallen maybes.
Here lies a good ol’ boy, taken too soon,
and there the Lady Grey, see how she moves?
Her grace is the sway of the moon.
k.d.w. Oct 2017 (raw)
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Hope is a graveyard littered with fallen maybes.
Here lies a good ol’ boy, taken too soon,
and there the Lady Grey, see how she moves?
Her grace is the sway of the moon.
k.d.w. Oct 2017 (raw)
