bubble bubble toil and trouble take my pain, and make it double.
2 minutes late. isn't it great? lets take the guilt give it a gilded hilt
wing of bat and hair of cat death comes swift and creates a rift
saddened to a shell another rung bell a faux mothers death a pain bequeath
a holiday passing life's not meant to be lasting an old lady's name never the same
coat of winter fox old china in a box a perpetual rosary the bracelet never leaves me
timed for 6 a year life has changed over here gradually healing never a fleeting feeling
spook and fright dreaming at night "i miss you" to a wall. pink roses bared to all.
its never too late. unless next they are at the golden gate. so spend time with your loved ones. before all the sand runs.