To Droan On On To Droan
I you can not...
Leave me alone,
To just stop...
And,
Go on your own...
You may have a lot,
Condoned headaches...
To droan on on to droan!
This peace I keep,
Has no whistles and horns.
This peace I keep,
Needs no melodic cellos playing on.
This peace I keep,
So leave it alone.
It's sweet and deep,
So leave it alone.
I am a blessed receiver!
Leave me alone...
To reap that which you've sewn.
This peace I keep,
So leave it alone.
It's sweet and deep,
So leave it alone.
I am a blessed receiver!
Leave me alone...
To,
Reap that which you've sewn.
I you can not...
Leave me alone,
To just stop...
And,
Go on your own...
You may have a lot,
Condoned headaches...
To droan on on to droan!
This peace I keep,
So leave it alone.
It's sweet and deep,
So leave it alone.
I am a blessed receiver!
Leave me alone...
To,
Reap that which you've sewn.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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