A PromiseA Poem by SkibPromises mean little to me I've heard many over time passing through my ears like sound and air that hits such ancient chimes So when such melodies tickle my drums I raise to ear forefinger and thumb To muffle out the devils tune "I promise you my dear" and by doing so reminds me that hope has no home here. © 2016 Skib |
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Added on August 13, 2016Last Updated on August 13, 2016 |

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