As we swing time does its thing the world goes by and music rings. A silly little ding as we swing a bell goes ‘round and cracks the ground. Hole opens wide there’s souls inside as we swing a demon sings. We…
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
As we swing time does its thing the world goes by and music rings. A silly little ding as we swing a bell goes ‘round and cracks the ground. Hole opens wide there’s souls inside as we swing a demon sings. We…