If there ever was a reason that
Someone lied to another,
Let it be, because the wind blows in,
Making a draft naught but scarce.
A scary monster under your bed,
One sends shivers down thy spine,
Fight it no more I say,
"'Tis but a draft."
The awful craving for revenge,
Mark thy bitter faults,
Not but a pence forth I send,
Sent forth a draft to thou.
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Where All Dawn Breaks - A Poetry Book
PoesieThis is a collection of poetry, both mine and not. If it was written by somebody else, credit will be given as possible.
