Dead Hughes

I'll love you until Shakespeare's irrelevant.

I'll love you until Chaucer don't matter.

I'll love you till Silvia climbs from her grave,

and serves me Teddy Boy's head on a platter.


◄ Reflections and Extrospection

Well, What's the Alternative, at the End of the Day, Hun? ►


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