Feast Or Famine Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Feast Or Famine
It is up to your love...
Whether we have a feast or famine.
It's,
Up to your love.
It is up to your love.
It is up to your love...
Whether we have a feast or famine.
It's,
Up to your love.
It is up to your love.
Baby, I've been sighin'.
And wondering why with a hurt inside,
Why I can meet your needs.
But my needs you leave.
And baby I've been tryin',
How to understand...
You!
Baby, I've been sighin'.
And wondering why with a hurt inside.
Baby, I've been sighin'.
And wondering why with a hurt inside.
Why?
We either feast or famine.
It is up to your love...
Whether we have a feast or famine.
It's,
Up to your love.
It is up to your love.
It is up to your love...
Whether we have a feast or famine.
It's,
Up to your love.
It is up to your love.
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