YOU ARE READING Pieces of Poetry Poetry W.I.S.H. 44 1 0 by dizzymizzlizzie by dizzymizzlizzie Follow Share Post to Your Profile Share via Email Report Story Send Send to Friend Share Post to Your Profile Share via Email Report Story Walking in, wondering Waylon Jennings' wallowing Whereabouts. Itching over his irate iteration of ill intent, Shooting sheer shock on silent sinners. Harry Houdini has a hidden hand, holding Heat to hurt the heralded Hank-alike.