THE end of love, gone with the wind,
not coming back, and if it does, its to
get the rest of her stuff, , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,
the end of love, from passion to ice,
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I KNOW YOU TOO WELL, MY FRIEND..ALWAYS WITH A SONG IN THE COCKLES OF YOUR CORTEX....THOUGH A SHORT WRITE....tHIS STILL MAKES FOR SOME ARSE-CRANKIN REPETITIVE LYRICS, DOSEN'T IT NOW, DAVID? ! DING, DONG, THE WITCH IS DEAD '68 / uno-shot artist'''''''''''''''''''FJR
Sorry, David I feel bad for you. Hopefully it was mutual. Excellent poem Take care.
I`m so sorry for your lost....its hard when the love is dead and gone.....
The rhythm of this is the perfect carrier for the countdown towards finale. Well-penned David. t x