Dec 2013
Even a scrooge,
In his castle keep,
A lone fire burning
While he drifts out to sleep,
Once wondered
In fright,
Amid the sundering night,
If he was worthy
Of either judgement or bribe.
In his castle keep,
A lone fire burning
While he drifts out to sleep,
Once wondered
In fright,
Amid the sundering night,
If he was worthy
Of either judgement or bribe.
