Never Alone
I Am Never Alone
The Wind Plays Thru The Breeze
The Trees Fill The Aire
I get enough attention at home
and I am full filled with every
dream I know and can think about.
I have hopes that come to me as
colorful wrapped gifts that wish.
My sweet, I love you with a kiss
It is all we need to pass the hours.
What is this? Gonzo Journalism
is not a joax nor I in despair.
I sit I stand I speak I am.
No, you can't tell me what I think.
No, do not come here.
You be here, you be home crying
to someone who is strong willed and
doesn't take any crap from some
randy lonely goats.
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