By: Angelo McCabe Though at Death’s door Or perhaps she at mine No one answers; what of that? And yet, my heart and soul hang by one last breath, the thinnest of twine. With myvery last ounce Like a fool I…
By: Angelo McCabe Though at Death’s door Or perhaps she at mine No one answers; what of that? And yet, my heart and soul hang by one last breath, the thinnest of twine. With myvery last ounce Like a fool I…