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

O. C. Woods

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-orda-to-say-farewell/