Don’t settle on downs. Delight and happiness will take you to the spots where you crave to go.
Back within the year’s, I go admiring once again back to the summers of my boyhood.
There were cloths of many shades every piece was tiny like a scent in the air.
And I didn’t have a blanket and it was down the fall, momma tailored the excitement together stitching every part with love.
She made my blanket of many shades that I was so pleased of, perhaps she said this shell will bring good fluke and happiness.
The route isn’t a decent line, Its a radial way. You will stretch back to the stuff you thought you learned and see darker ideas.
A long range gun in my father’s car ten years old and playing hard, he smirked at me and said you slip the gears.
He would hunt that radio dial and I would add down every mile till the station of tunes came in bright.
There was a radiant harmony tone on the tuner it knocked me in the gut, it clattered my soul, makes you love, leaves you swinging on every road.