Dee Lass Poem

His chime had still that shine

That shine of

Nothing thereness.

Cause there was never anything there to begin this

Treep into the valley.

Through the Forrest,

Lonely alleys…

We’ll meet again, lord willing.

Keeper of this park and I leave

You with a wisening,

Ain’t no color in the dark.

Thank you so very much.

Friend.

Barry outty out out.