Thursday, November 5, 2009
Forever Shackled To A Memory
I roam the prairies, no fence will ever enclose me; I’ve said this before and it had fallen on deaf ears. I have my posse and I shall not surrender, frankly I’ve been cuffed long enough! Accusations of being a maverick or a free spirit on a steed of mistrust and foreboding has left me in a desert of...
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