Spoiled Life
I have spoiled my life,I don't
follow instructions
for finer
living,
I have gone through the
wrong door too
often, I am
unforgiving.
I have tried to steer clear of
danger; check the
lock after
arrival,
If the door is locked, I break
it down, burst in,
it's for my
survival.
Yorktown Disciple
I have spoiled my life,I don't
follow instructions
for finer
living,
I have gone through the
wrong door too
often, I am
unforgiving.
I have tried to steer clear of
danger; check the
lock after
arrival,
If the door is locked, I break
it down, burst in,
it's for my
survival.
Yorktown Disciple
# 11864
Quatrain of Spoiled Life - 11864 - Yorktown Disciple
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Poetizing around the world
Poetizing around the world
Always
the
wrong
door
the
wrong
door