
There once was a poem, oh, so fine,
it was like an expensive red wine,
with hints of aged oak,
and hickory smoke,
it seduced with each full-bodied line.

There once was a poem, oh, so fine,
it was like an expensive red wine,
with hints of aged oak,
and hickory smoke,
it seduced with each full-bodied line.
| Anonymous on FINDING OUR WAY | |
| Anonymous on FINDING OUR WAY | |
| ritabourland on HASTEN, HASTEN | |
| ritabourland on HASTEN, HASTEN | |
| Anonymous on HASTEN, HASTEN |