Those Three Hours Poem by Michael Koelliker
Those Three Hours
She, she is my save.
Those hours draw my grave.
Without her this day is grim.
When present my mind is dim.
Allure, her being gave.
I draw into this cave.
(10/22/2008)
Monday, December 22, 2008
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