A heavy stone skimming across a mill-pond. The sound of half a duck quacking.
Sometimes You do someting wrongAnd you hide itFrom those who can finish you.
Sometimes You do something wrongAnd you hide it From those who can forgive you.
SometimesYou do something wrongAnd you hide itFrom those who will forget you
wosh what do i say?other than well done all of ya!
It's like a 4 part epic of small poems....wowsh
very coool...
SometimesYou do something wrongAnd you hide itFrom those who will condemn you.
I love Mel's one
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Sometimes
You do someting wrong
And you hide it
From those who can finish you.
Sometimes
You do something wrong
And you hide it
From those who can forgive you.
Sometimes
You do something wrong
And you hide it
From those who will forget you
wosh what do i say?
other than well done all of ya!
It's like a 4 part epic
of small poems....
wowsh
very coool...
Sometimes
You do something wrong
And you hide it
From those who will condemn you.
I love Mel's one
Post a Comment