{1}at The End. [ For Bet. ] Poem by Roy Storey

{1}at The End. [ For Bet. ]



Come flow with the river
come flow with the breeze.
Taking life slowly
all ways at ease.
We will take the couse
away trough time.
At the end of a lift time
will you still be mine.

Sunday, August 27, 2006
Topic(s) of this poem: river
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Roy Storey

Roy Storey

10 september 1939
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