Soft son.
Well Tuesday came, perhaps you meant,
To suffer fools with less intent,
Oh consequence of innocence mislaid.
See dawns decay through negligence,
A Crimson tide of self defence,
Passenger of life that’s been delayed.
Too late for a wake up call,
Seen them, and ive done it all,
Never made forever, now I’m done.
Wednesdays child is full of woe,
Too late for him, he has to go,
A mother sheds a tear for her soft son..
I WOULD GREATLY APPRECIATE YOUR COMMENTS GOOD OR BAD. THANKS.
RYBO75.
soft son
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