Too Late Poem by rheap patha
Too Late
coming, going, throwing, showing
check your mail, i'm a snail
found my trail...i knew you would
come on strong even though you know it's wrong
play my song but not for long
karma's coming so make sure you running
stop now honey its only money...
get your rake for your own sake
before you take, check whats at stake
it was never fake and now you say
its too late...
play my song and sing you my poem play my song but not for long karma's coming so make sure yu running stop now honey its only money...
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4/30/2024 6:43:50 PM # 1.0.0.1119
never too late...for any revelation!