Gone With The Wind Poem by ERNEST CLARY
Gone With The Wind
In the mire we will trod
fuel in a fire
without nod
things not dire
lust another bod
you will tire
chastened by the rod
keep the prior
what a fraud
hearts a liar
perhaps odd
less the buyer
first puts god
not to offend
one has choice
rules dont bend
hear her voice
oh Rhet, Rhet
Gone with the wind... even the words exits a persons mouth with a leaving breath of wind... I love the movie.
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4/23/2024 11:16:04 PM # 1.0.0.1119
gone with the wind...makes me take a deep breath...it touched me a lot.... 10++++ hope you will also like my 'Feel Me in the Wind' thanks a lot...