. . The dreamer and the wine. Poet without a rhyme. A widowed writer torn apart by chains of hell. . One last perfect verse. Is still the same old song
. . The dreamer and the wine. Poet without a rhyme. A widowed writer torn apart by chains of hell. . One last perfect verse. Is still the same old song
Too much love for the hood rats. I said I got too much love for the mandem. I said I got too much love for the hood rats. I said I got too much love for the mandem I like cars a lot. Got the same
I once knew a poet. Who lived before his time. He and his dog spooner. Would listen while he'd rhyme. Words to make ya happy. Words to make you cry. Then one day thepoet suddenly did die
