Once was a young cowboy who write many of things in righteous hand, he'll discover the land himself, he never ending up like a lone wolf, he forbidden to howl all night long in tuneful brains will be attached, the Longfellow path he loves to walk through the desert of Mexico city alone of his beloved life, his enormous spirit came heavenly, he double check the full moon from the best Mexican sky ever, he carried his enchanted guitar on his back, he ate his own little snack, he live a greatest and hippest adventure, he meant this woman at the bar, he played his guitar to her, he sing it out loud and clear, he got her one tough wink and blink a charming eye
Written by
Michael James Brindley
9-20-18
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