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 the poet suddenly did die
. . 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
tiPoet's Heart. arWestLife. al. Westlife-Poet's Heart. When did i lose my voice. when did i make the chorus too big. leaving so easy in the quiet. too much of restless thinking. but this is time losin
