Drifting along in poem form.
the hills are huge and the sun is high, casting hot rays upon my skin.
I sit by my caravan and watch as Sunshine plays with the neighbourhood kids.
my guitar lay abandoned somewhere with my shoes
as I wander this planet we call Earth the way I was meant to.
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