My first blog post! here's a poem by yours truly.
Elvis walks in his blue suede shoes
Along the lonely streets of Las Vegas
He passes a hotel and thinks of heartbreak
His last flame is slowly dying
The burning love that used to be
Elvis thinks of his lady, probably lonesome tonight
He wants to believe that she is just as shook up as him
But maybe he is the only one stuck
Elvis thinks of tender love, and of all the cruelty
"Ah man, I ain't nothing but a hound dog," he says aloud to himself.
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