Poem - 19 November 2021, 07:50 Strong. William Wallace I fear. The end is near. Please let your green eyes not tear. Let them stay filled with their usual cheer. My dear. And from your sweet voice no sobbing i want to hear. My dear. The end is here. Â Like 1 Pin it 1 Support CosmoFunnel.com You can help support the upkeep of CosmoFunnel.com via PayPal. Views: 392 Rating: Total votes: 1 Poetry Genre: Freestyle