SAD ALL THAT IS GOOD COULD END
Sad just when I thourt I'd found a homeTo share my words , that that home is going maybe
Sad that there are those who think of profit
Treat others as milk cows , to fill their coffers
Find a way that calls for little , now no work at all
Strait to the bank , whistling , grinning ,laughing
At such foolish people who beleavde '' suckers''
Can be herd , upon the winds from Norder .
Ken D Williams ( THE DYSLEXIC POET )
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Poetry by ken d williams
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Written on 2007-11-18 at 14:19
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