Your Pass Hurts Poem by Clarence Williams

Your Pass Hurts



The hurts

I will not apologies for your history of pass hurts, that you had to endure. Because  it wasn't me who took what may have been a full well! ! ! But made it some what empty. 

I can only prove my constancy and give you what I have to offer and that is me first! ! ! ! !

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Clarence Williams

Clarence Williams

Washington, D.C
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