Spoken Word poetry (Remove filter)
Dead Man Walking Blues
If we are lucky, we grow old; if we are wise, we will remain forever young.
Sunday 18th January 2015 7:02 pm
Spoken Word poetry (Remove filter)
If we are lucky, we grow old; if we are wise, we will remain forever young.
Sunday 18th January 2015 7:02 pm
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