Sing, Sang, Song, SungA Poem by PeteMost men lead lives of quiet desperation and go to the grave with the song still in them. - Thoreaudraw near as i tell about yesterday being the song i heard today a time to keep it playingtomorrow a chance for the one i've yet to hear just saying © 2024 PeteAuthor's Note
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