Poor little blind boy lost in the storm, where should he go to be without harm? For starters, the dickhead should get a life. Once I had a moment of absolute balance while dancing with my sick infant daughter to Merle Haggard. The blind boy died in the storm with fresh frozen laughter hot on his lips. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OH, SWEET CONTENT by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES SATIRES OF CIRCUMSTANCE: 14. OVER THE COFFIN by THOMAS HARDY AMY WENTWORTH; FOR WILLIAM BRADFORD by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER BETTY TO HERSELF by EDWARD W. BANNARD THE CONTRAST; THE SUNNY SIDE by LEVI BISHOP SANDY STAR: 1. SCULPTURED WORSHIP by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE THE TRAGEDIE OF MARIAM, FAIRE QUEENE OF JEWRY: CHORAL SONG by ELIZABETH (TANFIELD) CARY |