heres my poem.
it keeps going and coming and coming and going.
when it will stop no1 is knowing
but deep in our hearts that chill wind keeps on blowing.
till our dying day no1 is knowing.
what do ya think?
it keeps going and coming and coming and going.
when it will stop no1 is knowing
but deep in our hearts that chill wind keeps on blowing.
till our dying day no1 is knowing.
what do ya think?
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