In Orda To Say Farewell Poem by O. C. Woods

In Orda To Say Farewell



Back from The Black Cloudy Weeks
Tired but on my feet and ready to eat the tricks
Days like raindrops I'll never wanted leading the end
Getting ready for goodbyes, again friend

This path told predictible throughout its naughty torturous bends of hell
Is mine to keep never mind the loneliness I fight in orda to say farewell.


O.O.W
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11-? ? -2011

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Sara Fielder 27 January 2012

This poem seems better when read with an English or Irish accent idk? Another great poem!

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Dave Walker 05 December 2011

Like it. A great poem, a good write.

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