Some one has
Rained down;
On my unsung lands.
And has
Written a song.
Tuned my guitar
And has poked
Some chords.
Like the smell of
Thirsty soil after
A drizzle-
This feel has
A life. Melodious.
No more empty.
Your parents fought hard to Settle on a common name for you After your birth. As a compromise your dad Prefixed you secretly after his ex. C...
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