... Wasted Time..
Wasted Time..
The script has many twists and turns..
The weather changes to rain..
Go back it says.. you've trespassed..
How could that happen..
The path seemed well marked..
How do you get numb..
Lessons are not always easy ..
My heart is heavy..
I misjudged gave without knowing..
Shant happen again..
No more wasted time..
Take Me away..
posted by Kindred Nutmeg at 9:52 PM
1 Comments:
Wish I could take you away to some rural/remote rustic ranch in the rugged Ozark Mtns. You can still shoot or catch breakfast and pick lunch from the kitchen garden or the forest. Supper can come from jars or freezer that you put there so you know exactly what you're eating. Dreams can come true.
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