oh where does the wind blow,
what can the winding road tell me,
too tall to teach the reach of reason,
too short to take me where i want to be:
cold feet and calloused hands.
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shiznat! my pants are missing!
sing boyo, sing!
your humble narrator
- jakeStephens
- In the Driftless Lands, West of the Ocooch Mountains, where the three rivers meet., United States
- Average height and weight. Not so average a bear the word was where. Beholden to muses, he amuses.
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