Pammy

Don't leave your schemes, with hospice assistants, yearn for lost leanings, that's for blond curls, who don’t know the distance, you were never that girl, but a shipwrecked queen, a golden gate sister, a purveyor of dreams the whorl of time’s whirl, spread your resistance, redeemed all the nervous, you talked like a Dean, at your midnight entrance, did not need movie screens, an angel at the fair, cool to be different, where burdens are learned, always in white jeans, when death begs for justice, you won't expire keening, you’ve done it for us. .