Mark R Slaughter - Pen It! lyrics
The blood of poems: arterial words fading in the filtrate, transudate, exudate; ‘tis never fair - and even in the hair the letters grey; a poem is but ephemeral - so pen it right away!
The blood of poems: arterial words fading in the filtrate, transudate, exudate; ‘tis never fair - and even in the hair the letters grey; a poem is but ephemeral - so pen it right away!