Tumble weedA Poem by oursong2
Tumble weed tumble weed
I'm going to find the sea This desert is no place for me I'm going home I will tumble on Until the nights turned black Well the odds are certainly Stacked against me The ocean calls i finally will be In a place to call my own A million endless miles I will call them all my home These million endless miles I can't wait to roam So I see them now they are so blue The stars how bright they' shine Well this little tumble weed Oh how he did cry He needed out of that old desert The close to him have died So now he is smiling He is free He is blowing into the sea How magnificent of a journey This old tumble weed
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Added on December 1, 2010Last Updated on September 9, 2016 Authoroursong2wildwood, MOAbouti am 23 years old punctuation is not my strong suit but words hit me and i can not let them go so i put them down on paper more..Writing
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