To be able to write the English tongue Have a sense of humor and be well-hung A wandering poet singing unsung Is quite enough to be and never mind That money honey which I left behind To pay all those bills and cure all those ills With which society had burdened me I slipped their bloody hands and wriggled free
So baby it is you and me out here This road ahead rolls on who knows how far The only thing we have to fear is fear Of which we have none just this moon this star This moment and this kiss for luck this love Around this earth beneath this sky above
Great write and a wonderful promise of hope for the road ahead. there is always somehting about heading out on a trip especially one that we are not sure where it will lead. Something magic in the not knowing and a sense of freedom. Great write and have a wonderful Easter Steve.
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I read you so often don't you know
truly
me
Felix
Happy Easter Stevie!!
Love Tinka