IT IS SAID
'' You don't know what you've got till its gone ''They say don't they just
Yea , but some do , hold on , to defend it
Tis those who party on who don't seem to know
Or well don't give a tuppenny dame
It those who don't know what were a going on
Well chose not to know that is
Till the music suddenly stopde , changed in to
Defining silence
They began to notice what was was no more much
Of what was was now gone took a little time to notice
Just what were gone from their life's
They asked , nay demanded to know why no one had
Told them what were going on
They were then informed '' it were not fore the wont of trying ''
'' But you were all buissy a partying! ''
'' Well , may you now enjoy your thick head ''
'' fore you sure , you deserve the hang over that you are now enduring ''
'' as fore me? '' , '' well I'm going fishing! ''
Ken D W Williams
The Dyslexic Word Smith
Poetry by ken d williams
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Written on 2012-07-19 at 09:37
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