Poetry

A nice bar, to stop and play.
The bard is here, what's to say.
Unpack fiddle, poems and gear.
Let me find, an empty ear.
So and what - this and that.
A wine bard - anymore raps.
Meal time - sing us a song.
" Hours late, must get along ".
Here are some coins bard.
Onward next bar, that roads hard.

5/13/2013 POEWHIT

JESUS SAVES