Bewitching Hour Poem by Walter C. Edwards
Bewitching Hour
I don't take dictation,
even when you call,
a better man would,
think your small,
but I have seen sunsets,
that made fell like nothing at all,
down by the beach,
only an inch tall,
god gave you the grace,
that you need,
but when you talk,
to me baby,
you just make me bleed,
it is the bewitching hour,
for me.
Thursday, January 9, 2014
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