Shotgun RiderA Poem by Willard WellsIll in the PhilipinesSleep did not come as I searched To find a functional consciousness. The grim reaper seemed to be near.
Thoughts raced, then slipped from my mind, yet I find safe harbor on the ride looking for an escape.
It's not a safe haven When you ride Shotgun for the grim reaper © 2016 Willard WellsReviews
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1 Review Added on July 2, 2016 Last Updated on July 3, 2016 AuthorWillard WellsSacramento, CAAboutPhotography and words are my activities to try and keep an over active mind under control. For the most part my pieces have been short since that's how I'm wired. I would like to write something longe.. more..Writing
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