In the mourning hour
At sunrise
Opening the flowers
The birds cry
The Earth has woken
Wolves howling
The daybreak token
Bobcats growling
Birds fly high the sky
Clouds pass
Bears catch fish nearby
Wind in grass
Nomadic
Homeless No The world is my home Nomadic life Traveling here and there Never staying in one place to long Meeting new faces Exploring new...
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Gay or straight Gay or straight I get asked this all the time Which am I I don’t know And I don’t care Why must we place a label on everythi...
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Life is like a boxing match It throws it's pounches You duck a few You side set a few However Sometimes you get hit Sometim...
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