It all makes sense
It doesn’t make sense
For soon they’ll run its course.
It all makes sense
It doesn’t make sense
And soon they’ll be no more.
All that is knowing, We can all lay to rest.
When all is said and done, that’s truly what’s best.
Lyrical Sense
Posted byJames J Jackson, JrPosted inUncategorizedTags:art, express yourself, literature, love, Lyrics, poem, poems, poet, poetry, sex
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I'm a poet and leftist political organizer from Sacramento, CA. View more posts
