Muse of The Constant Boatman
with a face full of gracesyou greeted the morn
and a million were faces
you had smiles on them torn
...with a bag full of joy
you stymied the setting sun
just to let the sun enjoy
the delight of everyone
Poetry by CrowRider
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Written on 2011-01-19 at 22:12
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