| "Hey, hey I listen to you pray as if some help will come Hey, hey She will dance on our graves when we are dead and gone Hey, hey to the suicide day, the blind man blunders on Hey, hey She will dance on our graves when we are dead and gone" © (Sullivan/Heaton/Harris) 1987 |
National poetry day (dreams) from sdweller 779 days old
The Terror © M Screech, a twist; untie, unbind release the monster from this life unkind. Upon the streets to fight and prey upon those who scurry from ...
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