Saturday, 22 March 2014

9th December 2010


The ferry that transported souls
Way across the river
Was anchored in the harbor
Where anyone would shiver 
Who saw it through the mist;
It would be tough denying
Your name was on the list,
O Pussycat Afflicted,
Like one despised by God
And from His sight evicted
With one swing of the rod of damnation;
If on the boarding list
My own name isn't found
May the ferry that transported souls
Way across the river
Halfway run aground
Rather than my grieving heart
Be utterly torn apart.


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