I Sing - A Poem By Paul Vincent Cannon
I Sing - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
Photo: found at fairfaxcounty.gov “I shall never draw back from love” Elsa Gidlow I SingI knowI'm coming backon overto lienext to your body,todayI singbecause I knowI'm coming back. Copyright 2025 ©️Paul Vincent CannonAll Rights Reserved ®️ Note: This poem is inspired by the line “because I don’t know if I’m coming back” from Song of Departure’ by Raquel Chavez – I took the opposite view.
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