A nice bar, to stop and play.
The bard is here, what's to say?
Unpack fiddle, poems and gear.
Let me find, an empty ear.
So and what - this and that.
A wine bard, anymore raps.
Meal time - sing us a song.
'Hours late, must get along'.
Here are some coins bard.
Onward next bar, that roads hard
5/2012 POEWHIT
JESUS SAVES
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Outstanding masterly well crafted poem! Yuh's wonderful.Thanks with this sparkling gem you've driven away my-RAGE.