the screech heard around the world©
It's not over till the plump lady sings ok
and this here frump never sings she just screeches i say,
so you know what that means come what may
he'll be waiting for me pleasingly when it comes my day.
For Love so strong never ends
no ifs no ands no buts no it depends,
so lend me your ears fellow poets and friends
you agree i screech but My Precious Faron it never offends.
The devotion will never be gone
the tears my face stay upon,
no amount of time can ever con
it to be over from dusk till dawn.
So since i can't sing
no end in sight will it bring,
weak lamb trying to hang on insides stripped thru shearling
till time or me ends my suffering!
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Sally
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