CharlesA Poem by deep sea connor
Tonight I met a man
He goes by Charles Although he was once called Shorty Whether in stature Or in temper He was short Shorty was hard-headed He killed a cat He killed a man Shorty had a stroke Shorty still smokes So he had another stroke He stumbles into me Now I know what miracles mean And what's in store for me But I still can't see It's still hard for me to believe I spose I just need to live I spose I just need a smoke © 2010 deep sea connor
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