Dirt Walls Poem by Ray Hansell
Dirt Walls
As the church organ plays it's sad song
Everyone present knows he was wrong
To stick that needle in his arm
Because you see, now he's gone
So here's a message that's the truth
If you don't want to wear that noose
Don't get yourself hooked on drugs
By using, each day the hole is slowly dug
Believe me it's a very short fall
In the end surrounded by earth's dirt walls
5-2-09/RjH
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