Son Of A Gun Poem by John A. Hancock
Son Of A Gun
Again my lips they hath betray'd
My heart that lies within
Spoke I too soon at hope's behest
Once more the fool I've been
If I could weep tis true I would
But alas the well of tears is dry
From all the times that love was near
This jester turn'd awry
What great lovers in graves they turn
At my hap-hazard folly'd plans
When blindly stroll'd ahead I leap'd
Into stupidity's waiting hands
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