Let The Careless Beware
By sidewinder
Colorful memories rising from a heart grasping from time, A touch of melancholy, Emotions driving one blind, Rich in fantasies from a virgin's soul, A panther on the prowl, Engrossed by a blood hunt, Tracking a prey and biding his time for the foolhardy to walk by, Let the careless beware, But karma has a way of evening things out, Never let trust lead one to a never ending road, For it has a way of catching one when least expecting it. June 5, 1996 Written February 6th, 2002 © on Feb 06 2002 10:15 AM PST, Billy E. Whitehorn other
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