Grass was cyan,
Desire was in the air,
The winter wind swirled in the curls of her hair.
The trees embraced the land..like straightened hair,
And the grass hazed as a goatee...for everyone to see.
I waltz into the world...alone my soul wasn't alive.
Till I began to walk...I ventured from homes.
Everyone told me thier stories..and invited me to remeber thier memories...
With thier soul came experience....with experience came wisdom.
I was only a teenager with the hair of a drunken master,
So much wisdom I have gathered for only being 1 month from Adultry...
This is my story....supplied by me..byrd....not a poultry....
Edited By SBYRD5 on 1102389190
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